Love is for the Lucky Ones

Chapter 13

{Cain's POV}

We pull up in front of the college. We still have three more weeks to graduation. Mae and I get out of the car, still pretty horrified from the news we received this morning.

We silently enter the building and walk back up to our dorm. We were stopped in the hallway by Cassie.

"Hey! So after truth or dare last night, Brody never came back and I'm worried. Do you know where he is?"

Mae started balling and Cassie looked confused. I held Mae tight and pulled her into a hug.

"Am I missing something?" Cassie blurted out.

"Brody," I pause and look down at my shoes. Brody was my best friend and now he's gone, "He got into a car crash with Gina. He didn't make it."

Cassie's hand flies over her mouth and she gasps. "That bitch Gina did this, didn't she?"

"No, no I promise, she had nothing to do with it." Mae pleads.

"Well she was with him when they left." Cassie screeched.

Cassie shoves Mae causing her to trip over her cast. I just now realized she had left her crutches in my, our, dorm.

Angrily, I shove Cassie into the wall. I pin her down with my elbows. "Shut up now, okay! Brody died in a car accident that he caused! Gina was driving and drunk Brody crashed the car from the passenger seat! Now shut the hell up about my girlfriend's best friends!" I push Cassie and leave her there in shock, pressed against the wall. "And I hope you know that no one will be there to take care of your stupid baby."

I grab Mae's hand and vigorously pull her towards the dorm. She doesn't move, but instead stays planted. I turn around and her green eyes have turned a blood shot red. "I-I-I need some alone time."

"Whatever!" I exclaim and head down the hallway to the dorm.

Cassie had the same idea as me because I heard her dorm door slam.

{Mae's POV}

I stand in the hallway alone as my thoughts explode inside my head. I must have heard him wrong, Cassie can't be pregnant. She can't be having a baby. The thought swirls through my mind. My thoughts get mashed up and my head starts throbbing as the whole world spins upside down.

I lean against the wall for support. I press my finger and thumb against my forehead. It can't be true, can it? That's what I want to know.

I shake my head and start to wonder down the hallway. I wonder looking for a way to escape.

I clang my cast around on the floor trying to walk. I left my crutches in our dorm but I don't want to face Cain.

An idea burst through my clustered mind. No one, sadly, is in Brody's dorm. I drag my cast trying to fast walk to Brody's dorm. I find it and burst through the door. I immediately wonder into his bathroom cabinets. I know he had one somewhere.

I find it. I pull out a blue manual razor. I pop off the top and dig my fingernails into the blades. I yank one blade out, a trick I learned in 7th grade.

I touch the blade to my skin and pull sideways. The skin peeled back revealing a thick red blood.

A teardrop rolls down my cheek and I sit on the side of the bathtub. My skin comes in contact with the blade. Teardrops fall into the cuts and sting.

I keep sawing the blade back and forth up the underside of my arm. He didn't make her pregnant, he didn't! He couldn't have. I jam the blade into my arm and shrug off the pain.

I don't feel, I only heal. I don't feel, I only hear. I don't feel, I only heal. I don't feel, I only hear.

I feel what I want to hear, I heal when wounded, but I must listen to everything that can be heard.

I stay in the bathroom all day, finding new places to cut myself an hide it. I cry until my throat is dry an my eyes have no more tears to spill. I stay like this for hell knows how long.