𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒━━━━━𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎✰

023

023
chris's pov

I ZIP HER BLUE DRESS UP AND TRAIL my fingers down her bare back. we're going to a party tonight.

i open the driver side door for her and we head to the party. it's a silent ride. there's been this void between us ever since she came home a few days ago.

I place my hand on her knee and make patterns with my thumb. her skin against mine is enough to let me know everything is okay. i grab her free hand and intertwine our fingers together.

the radio comes on and softcore by nh comes on. this song makes my soul wince. i turn off the radio and rest my head again the head rest. something's going on between us. i can feel it. something's coming to a end.

she pulls up outside the house and puts the car in park shutting it off. "emory, i think we should just go home." i say not letting go of her hand.

"we're already here chris."

"i don't feel good."

"chris what's wrong?"

"i know."

"you know what?"

"i know about your addiction. i found out while you were back home."

"w-what?" she says looking away from me as she speaks.

"paytyn accidentally slipped, she thought you told me. that's why i didn't text you."

"you don't trust me? i haven't slipped up in a while."

"when was the last 'slip" up?"

"chris i don't want to talk about this."

"no, when was the last slip up?" i raise my voice a little.

"the first day i went back home, but a flushed them all a few days later."

i look over at her and just stare. she knows so there's no point in hiding the fact that, "no i don't trust you."

she doesn't let go of my hand. i don't know if that's a good sign or a bad one. "dont you think maybe we shouldn't be together if you don't trust me?" she slowly lets her hand fall from mine.

i feel like i'm holding onto the last bits of her. like her letting go of my hand was the last thing i'll have of her. maybe that's why she held on a little longer.

"emory that's not what i'm implying. yes, it's my fault i brought you here and it was my idea but now i want to go home."

she puts the car in drive and pulls back off trowds the house. she doesn't say a word. she doesn't even attempt to grab my hand.

once she pulls up to the house she gets out without a word. i sit in the car for a tad bit longer until i see her enter the house and close the door behind her.

(Play Softcore by NH now)

my head falls forward into my hands. tears fall from my eyes. i don't know what to do. i don't know what i could've done.

i don't want her to do drugs, i don't want her to drink. i want to be enough for her. i want to be her high.

i place my elbows on my knees and rest my head against the dash. i'm the one who forced her to go to this party. fuck, i'm the one who forced her to the last two party's.

i open the car door and head inside to my room.

she's not here.

i close my bedroom door and lock it. my back slides down the door and my head rest in my hands. i don't understand why i'm with her if so much pain is brought to me.

the thought of her smiling made my gut churn. the way her lips pull back when she smiles. i shut my eyes super tightly.

a soft knock is at my door. i don't answer. i don't want anyone to see me break down like this. they knock again they obviously aren't going to let up.

i get up and unlock the door and open it. emory comes in. of course it's her. she stares at me and my head falls back and my knees hit the floor. i break down.

emory's by my side in a second. she wraps her arms around me and holds me.

"emory, don't you think we're too young for this?" i ask pulling away from her.

"chris, i think we'll have problems forever. but too young? absolutely not." she cups my face in her hands.

"emory, i think we need a break." i say taking her hands off my face.

"a break?" her voice cracks as she squires away from me.

i close my eyes then open then nodding my head.

"you need to figure yourself out. you're hurting me. you get so upset over the little things that don't matter. i try to be good for you but you're breaking me."

"so this is my fault?" she scoffs.

"i'm not saying that."

"you implied it." she stands up and crosses her arms over her chest.

"chris i've gave you so many chances. i was so much better off without you. my life was so much better without you. god, everything was so much better before i met you!' she yells at me.

i wouldn't be surprised if everyone is hearing this right now.

"i don't know why no one can just love me." and here comes the tears.

god them tears.

"maybe you were too young for this, but i was ready for everything you threw my way chris. everything." she turns and leaves.

my whole world just walked out my life and it was all because of me.