Chapter 5: Ross' Visit.... Scream

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It's Saturday. I stood from my bed, my head was pounding. I decided to run a bath, I was staying late, so I was coming in late. As I pulled my robe on my door bell rang. I sighed, I turned off the water. I slipped on my slippers and walked to the door. Looking out the peep hole I saw it was Ross... weird. I opened the door, then the screen door.

"What's up Ross?" I motioned for him to come inside.

"Um... are you okay? Adam told me you left early yesterday cause you weren't feeling well. So I wanted to come check and see if you were okay." Ross smiled akwardly.

"Yeah I'm okay now, I was just about to get in the bath. So, are you heading to work?" I asked, he usually was at work by this time. I should know I make the schedules.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry if I bothered you... feel better (F/N)." He said waving and getting back into his car.

I waved until he was near the end of the street. I locked up my doors again, walking back into the bathroom I turned on some music. (PLAY MUSIC NOW!)

And I hate to say I love you
When it's so hard for me
And I hate to say I want you
When you make it so clear
You don't want me
I'd never ask you cause deep down
I'm certain I know what you'd say
You'd say I'm sorry believe me
I love you but not in that way
And I hate to say I need you
I'm so reliant
I'm so dependent
I'm such a fool
When you're not there
I find myself singing the blues
Can't bear
Can't face the truth
You will never know that feeling
You will never see through these eyes
I'd never ask you
'Cause deep down I'm certain I know what you'd say
You'd say I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way
You'd say I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way

I laid my head back as those tears which I despised so much fell. I hate how they made me feel weak and vulnerable. I let the water drain as the song stayed on repeat. I slowly got out and dressed... as I drove my head pounded and pounded. I couldn't get Max's words out of my head. When I pulled into the office parking lot I screamed. I looked down. I couldn't take the pain any more.... I needed to talk to Max. And it might just kill me.

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