Rejected For My Secrets

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I was currently sitting on my bed Drawing. Drawing can always, and I mean always, make me forget about my problems... Except now! 

 Why can't I just forget the look on Alex's face when he came up to me? His eyes were filled with sadness, pain and anger. I wish I could just hug him and comfort him. It's not my fault anyways. Why would he be so angry that I didn't tell him? It's almost as if he's acting.... Possessive. Why? Does he know something that I don't?

I looked down at my finished masterpiece. It was a charcoal drawing of a picture of me and Damon holding hands and laughing when we were just fourteen years old. I dropped the charcoal from my hand and went to the bathroom sink to wash my hands.

 I know I have Hunter, but that doesn't make me forget Damon. I can never forget him. He was my first love, and always will be. I still love him, but sadly, I can never get him back. Why did he have to leave me alone in this stupid world?

 I decided to visit him.

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I held the bouquet of red roses in my hand. He used to always get me red roses on my birthday or Valentine's Day or on any other special occasion, because he knew they were my favorite. Damon was very thoughtful, and any girl would've been lucky to have him. He always tried to remember the things that I liked so that he got them to me.

I never thought that I, on the age of 16, would be getting my dead boyfriend, who didn't live for more than 14 years, roses. Funny how life turns out to be - Nothing like you imagined. I didn't realize that I was crying until a tear drop fell on my hand. I put the roses on his grave, and started talking to him, just like I always did when I visited him. Hell, he knows stuff about me more than any other person does!

"Damon, I miss you. Don't think that I forgot about you because I didn't visit you for months. I never forgot you, and I never will." I sniffed. "I try too hard to move on like you told me, seconds before you died, and visiting you doesn't help at all. Even after all my tries, I still haven't moved on. Okay, so Hunter is hot, nice, sweet, and amazing, but he is nothing compared to you. The only reason I have him as a boyfriend, Is because that is the only way of 'moving on' that I could think of." 

***Flashback***

"Hailey, we both know that I won't make it. The wounds are too deep." I looked at his stomach, were the source of the splattered blood was. He was right. I held his hand in mine while is sobbed, and waited for him to continue. "I want you to move on and get a boyfriend. Don't mourn over me. I'll be watching you, and I won't like that. Just remember that I'll always love you." He said and closed his eyes. That was the first time that he confessed his love to me!

"Damon, I love you too!" But it was too late. He was already dead.

***Flashback over***

I sat there just sobbing and crying, remembering that horrible memory until a voice broke me from my own little world:

 "Hailey, what are you doing here?" I turned around. Why did these brothers always catch me at the worst times?

 "Uh, nothing?" I said it more as a question than a statement. I really am a horrible liar.

"Uh-huh" Chris replied, definitely not believing me. "Let's see what 'nothing' means." He crouched down next to me and he frowned, his eyes getting a little watery.

 "When did this happen?"

 "Soon after you left, he was one of the victims of the murderer. I don't know why though. Can they possibly be related?"

He never got the chance to answer because I broke down again, holding on to him for dear life. He
hugged me as I cried on his shoulder. When I pulled back, I noticed the puddle of water on his shoulder where my head was.

 "Sorry about your shirt" I apologized.

 "It's okay. No shirt is worth your tears" He shrugged and smiled sadly. I knew he was devastated from the inside but didn't want to show it. Damon was like his little brother. We all grew up together.

"So, why where you here in the first place?" I asked.

 "I figured since I'm back in California, I'd visit my grandma's grave. I really miss her."

 "How long are you staying here in California?"

 "Forever. We're moving back." Oh great.

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