Hate Me Harder [BxB] ✔️ [NOT EDITED]

(16) Hate the way the world works

Hey guys, how are you all doing? I hope you have a great week!

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I didn't look up once.

I couldn't.

Nothing made sense. I didn't want them to.

"Alan, get in the car."

I did as Drake told me to but I didn't dare to look up. He sighed, leaning over to buckle me up. I watched the buildings pass by as the car drove through the town. I watched the tree sway and tried to count however many windows I saw. Tried being key. 

My mind was shut down heavily to think.

"Get out. Go shower. I'll be in your room to find you something to wear for the day."

I didn't mention it to him that I heard. I robotically walked down the driveway, pushing the front door, slowly making it up the stairs and into the bathroom. I didn't take time to look at the mirror and got into the shower, turning on the water. Putting it in heat, I burned under it, ignoring the warmth and the pain it caused.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. I didn't respond and that resulted with Drake roughly walking in. "Shit, what the heck man, you didn't lock the door."

I sighed, looking at the tiles. "Sorry."

There was a pause before he spoke again. "Nah, it's fine. I'll leave your towel here." Then the door closed again.

Getting out, I wiped the wet off me before tying the towel around my hips. I finally looked up at the mirror. Thick fog was painted against it and I almost laughed in amusement. Even the mirror didn't want me to see how bad I looked.

Not bothered to check, I made my way out, ignoring Drake, who was busy going through my closet, and sat on the bed. The soft fabric called out to me and I really wanted to lay down.

So I did. I ignored Drake's warning to not go to sleep before dressing and eating and laid down on my bed, moving my feet slowly to keep the warm coming. I could hear my steady breathing and wondered about the future. Before I knew it, I was out and darkness consumed me in the speed of lightening.

When I woke up, I felt like I slept for days. Weeks maybe.

I didn't know where I was and I didn't know what was happening.

What day was it? What time? How did I end up in the bed? Who's bed was it? When did I get into a pair of sweats and jumper? Why couldn't I remember anything?

Then I heard the noises from downstairs. My dad's voice was clear and so was Drake's.

I was in my own room and in my own bed. I looked at window to see that the day was still day and looked up at the wall clock to notice the smallest arrow point at eleven.

I found my phone on the bedside table and clicked on the home button to read that it was Friday.

I remembered how I got here. I remembered what happened in the morning. 

Grandma May died.

She died in her sleep and didn't come back to say goodbye. I couldn't complain. We got a whole week to say our farewells since I found out her sickness.

I'd been so stupid to not realize how small she'd looked when she came home. I'd been so stupid to not realize how broken she actually was on the inside.

It was too late now. It'd always been too late. She didn't have any other option.

I made my way out, stumbling out, down the stairs and into the living room. The two of them were busy talking. Mum was sitting on the love seat all by herself, covered in a blanket and a mug in hand. Katie was nowhere to be seen.