Mission: Derrick Wells ✔️

My Pain x 10000000

(1 month later)

I felt his eyes watching me before I even opened my eyes.

"Who are you and why are you in my room, Chump?" I asked, sleep still in my voice.

When he spoke, I heard the faint smile in his words. "I came to invite you to dinner." Timothy said.

"Why? Isn't Derrick ignoring me?" I asked.

After the nightmare incident, not only have my every night nightmares made an appearance once again, but Derrick was still upset and hadn't spoken to me since he left my room the second time. I'd been having worse nightmares lately, only getting an hour of blissful dreams before they turned cold and brutal. I'd wake up to Tim or Josh waking me up, but I'd always say I was fine and tell the to either leave or bring me food.

Josh and Thomas had apologized for WW3 and her casualties (casualties=my face and body getting a beating) but so far only Josh and Timothy still spoke to me.

"So far, but he won't be attending tonight." he said, and at my confused look continued. "He's got a meeting with someone tonight."

I knew who, and Timothy did as well. Everyone in this house knew who he was meeting and why he couldn't make it.

A day after my first big nightmare a month ago, he'd brought home this black haired beauty names Charlotte Dutter. A rich CEO's daughter who had an eye for Derrick and his money. Anyone could tell neither were actually interested in each other, but they've been going out.

He knew I'd been interested in him, I kept laying all these hints out in the open, and I knew he was interested in me too, but now, I'm not sure. Once, I'd caught them kissing in his room with his door opened. I'd stopped and stared openly, appalled he'd even actually do anything with her. Then he'd looked up, probably sensing my gaze, and just smiled. SMILED! "Did you need something?" He'd asked, but I just shook my head, not at his answer but at myself. I knew I'd have been better off if I'd have left that night.

I let out a shaky breath remembering going to Timmy, who'd called Josh over. I remember crying as I told them everything, all the signs he'd left, I'd left, my feeling for him, and him tearing me apart. They'd comforted me and called him names that made me smile, some that made me laugh and call them morons for coming up with such silly an goofy names, but later I thanked them. They never told Derrick of our "girl talk" and all I'd shared that night. They always let me vent to them every time Derrick practically taunted me with her by appearing everywhere I was with et hanging on his arm like a monkey off a branch.

"I see." I said, standing up and walking to my closet.

Timothy came up and turned me to face him. He took me in his arms in a friendly hug, then softly swayed us side to side as he rubbed circles in my back.

"He's an idiot who has no clue what's he's even doing." Tim said in my ear.

I sighed, wrapping my arms around him, allowing his friendship to heal the pain. "Thank you for not acting like an Assbutt whenever I screw up." I said.

During our "girl talk" I'd also opened up about my nightmares, allowing them in, and taking the risk I'd been avoiding. Josh and Timothy were the only reason I still slept under this roof.

Josh came knocking in the door, offering a soft smile before he bore his news. "Derrick asked for everyone's presence in the backyard." he said, eyeing me for my reaction.

"Me too?" I asked. Without saying a word, he nodded.

I took a deep breath, I could do this. I may not have looked t him straight in the face since I saw him and Charlotte together, but I could do it now. I'd have Timmy and Josh by my sides.

I sighed again and followed Josh out, with Timmy on our heels.

When we got there, Derrick stood in front of the small crowd that lived in his home. When he saw us, he smiled, then spoke loud and clear.

"Thank you for joining me in my celebration. Charlotte an I have a huge announcement to make." he grinned, his eyes flickering to mine before going to hers. He intertwined their fingers and held up her left had.

Te hand a wedding band is supposed to sit on. The hand that was decorated with a huge rock on her finger closest to her pinky. The hand that wore an engagement ring.

"We have just gotten engaged!!!" He shouted, a huge smile on his face, then he turned fully to her. Took her face in his hands, and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips.

Turning to the crowd, he looked no where else but at me, wearing a satisfied smirk on his face.

This was no longer the man who'd took care of me. Who wanted nothing more than to find his brother.

This was no longer the man I'd fallen in love with...

I felt the got tears on my face before I knew they'd built in the first place. I gave him the coldest glare I could muster, and turned and ran into the house, and up to my room.

I was done with his bullcrap.