Chapter 12

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Peters P.O.V
"What did you just say" she yells.
"What" I question.
"You killed my brother all my problems were caused by you, do you not realize that I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you" she spat her words dripping with venom. I realize I said these things out loud without realizing it.
"Hope" I say.
"My family would be happy and together my brother still alive my father or mother wouldn't beat me we would be happy I would be beautiful without all these scars that you caused me to do because I thought I was worthless don't pretend to be my friend or to care when you know what you did" she hissed the words directly at me. Her tone was different than the sweet voice I had heard this morning this voice was angry full of poison and sad.
"Go I don't want to see you ever again" I roll my way towards the door opening it I look back one more time .
"Go" she sobs. I hear her crying. I liked her she doesn't like me obviously I needed a distraction.
I roll back and see Ashley there.
"Come here" I say. She walks over and kneels beside me. I kiss her. She pulls away and shakes her head.
"You like Hope not me I don't know what happened in there, but I don't want her to get hurt because I think she likes you" she whispers.
"If I liked her would I do this" I kissed her and put my fingers through her hair until I heard a small voice.
"Pete" I turn around and find Hope standing outside the doors. Her face is distorted a mixture of sad and mad.
"And to think I came here to say I was sorry even though I can barley walk, and you are out here kissing her" her voice sounds broken it breaks my heart.
"Hope please I am sorry" I shout even though she is walking down the hall. I grab her wrist, and pull her towards me.
"Please just listen I like you okay I needed a distraction because what you said hurt me" I say.
"Well your words hurt me" she snatches her wrist away from mine grasp. As I stood in the middle of the hall way watching her go. She falls to the floor. I run up to her. She is still breathing I shake her in a failed attempt to wake her up.
"Somebody help please" I pull her body close to mine trying to remember what she was like before her brother died.

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