The Boy And His Choices.

Part 1- You never really loved her.

Roses's P.O.V

I clutched my chest as I drove blindly away from all of them.

Away from that stupid camp.

Away from those stupid memories.

And away from him.

A sob broke away from my mouth as I swung the car dangerously to the left.

I had told him. I had told him not to hurt me and he did.

I had told him that I trusted him and he broke that trust.

He told me that he liked me and I fucking believed him like an idiot.

I hit the steering wheel hard. God it hurt. It fucking hurt.

I wasn't even supposed to find out. But I did.

I heard Zayden and Meredith confronting him about it just an hour ago.

We were supposed to be leaving and I couldn't see any of them around. I fucking left to look for them. And I heard every word of their conversation.

I was used like a tissue and thrown away. Fucking brilliant.

That bastard.

He tried to stop me. All three did in fact. But I didn't care.

~

I reached home at about 12 in the afternoon.

I pulled out my phone to see that there were quite a few missed calls and messages from various people.

None from James.

I threw my phone on the floor and buried my head in the pillow.

I cried for what seemed like forever.

I cried till my eyes didn't have any water left to spill.

I cried till I felt empty inside.

I just fucking cried like the idiot that I am.

~

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

I sat up groggily. My room was dark. The sun had set. I looked at the time. 6 PM.

Clunk.

I looked around me confused. What was that sound?

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Crash!

I jumped out of bed startled. The glass of my window was shattered. Broken pieces scattered the floor. I noticed a stone among the pieces.

Carefully, I stepped over the broken glass and walked out to the balcony.

I looked down.

My heart stopped beating.

My voice was stuck in my throat.

I choked back a sob.

It was him.

~

He was looking at me. He didn't do anything. He just looked at me.

Everything he did, all the lies he said, came crashing back.

My eyes grew dark and I turned around.

"Sunshine." It was barely a whisper. But I heard it.

It stopped me in my tracks.

"Look at me," he said.