You're My Saviour // Ben Bruce (EDITING)

Twenty-Five

(WARNING): Mild violence, strong language, & drug use.

There will be at least 1 - 2 at the most - more chapter(s) after this, and then the epilogue.

I fucking cried while I was writing this . I don't even think you understand... So dramatic holy shit.

Chapter 24

Sunday, December 23, 7:34 P.M.

Lacey ~

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, thinking maybe I had heard

the short blonde girl incorrectly.

"I'm going to start with that idiot, Shawn. He'll be the first to go." she growled from behind the closed door. I quickly stood up, clawing at the screen door that she'd somehow locked without me noticing. When my suprisingly helpful nails finally got through the screen, I began furiously pounding on the door, only to hear the bitch laughing, pleased at how riled up she had managed to get me.

"Don't you fucking dare touch my brother! He hasn't done anything to you!" I screech, pounding on the old door with newfound strength. Her evil laugh floated into my ears, only feuling my rage, making me pound even harder.

Suddenly, there were dots of red appearing on the door each time I hit it. The wood was splintering from the strength of the blows. I could feel the small pieces of wood stuck into the sides of my hands, but I didn't cease my efforts to get into the house.

"I would stop if I were you. Splinters hurt like a bitch to remove." Rose said, her voice held nothing but utter boredom. How nice.

"What the hell did I even do to you? I broke up with Ben, and I got with Peter, I-" I was cut off by a shrill, ear-shattering screech. It was quite possibly the most horrific sound I'd ever heard.

"He's dead! He fucking killed himself because of you! My parents were counting on me to take care of him, and now, because of you, I've let them down! Someone will die! You or one of the people you love! Take your pick." She screamed, but her tone lowered when it got to the last part. I froze, my shoulders drew back, and my arms dropped to my sides. Warm wetness slid down my palms and down the sides of my hands. I lifted my bruised hands, to find that they were covered in blood, shards of wood lodged into them. I nearly gagged at the sight, but I managed to keep the God-awful, burning bile down my throat.

"I-I... It's not my fault... I just could never love him as more than a best friend. You're going to blame me for something I couldn't help? I'm sor-"

"It's too fucking late! You fucked it up, and now it's your turn to feel what it's like to truly lose someone." She sobbed loudly, and I wouldn't be surprised if the whole damn neighbourhood heard her.

"But I already have lost someone..." I mumbled, tears springing to my eyes.

( Video on side. )

'One step too late...

And I never told you that I can't take

Another disappointment...'

Those words rang through my head. Ben and I wouldn't just be another failed relationship. A disappointment. No, I would fix this, and get rid of this psychotic bitch too. I huffed and stood up, wincing at the searing pain in my hands, which were slowly numbing. The blood was almost completely dry, and was turning a dark shade of red.

"And where do you think you're going?" She growled, hitting the door.

"Away from you. I don't want to catch whatever it is you have." I chuckle. She riled me up, now it's my turn to mess with her.