Adopted by The Pack

Chapter 46

Courtney's POV

~~~3 weeks later~~~

Homeschooling has been great. I can wake up later and finish schoolwork earlier.

At the moment I was recording a micro battle with Preston, Jerome, and Millie. We were all joking around and having a great time.

Once we finished recording, I started on my school work. It was so great to be able to do it at home instead of he-school.

My school work was finally finished and I decided to go take a walk. I was going to ask Millie if she wanted to go, but she wasn't in her room.

As I walked down the street, I saw Millie. But it wasn't anything good. She was pinned up against the wall by a boy. He and his 3 friends were making fun of her.

"HEY! STOP IT!!!" I screamed.

The boys stopped what they were doing and ran away,afraid of being caught and punished. I ran over to Millie, my eyes full of concern.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Yah I'm fine." she mumbles.

"I need to tell the boys." I say and start running back to the house.

"No! Don't!" I hear Millie yell, here voice getting fainter. Then I hear the steady thump of footsteps behind me.

I burst through the door of the house and run to the pack, who were all sitting on the couch talking.

"Millie...is...getting...bullied." I say in between breaths.

Moments later Millie bursts through the door and she looks at me then to the pack.

"You told them didn't you." she says, anger starting to show.

"Y-yah." I stutter and run upstairs into my room.

I hear talking downstairs, then yelling. Footsteps pound up the stairs and Millie opens the door, tears pouring down her face.

"I. Hate. You." she says, and closes the door.

I sit there, on my bed, completely speechless. "W-what?" I whisper to no one.

Her words played in my head the weeks afterwards.

I. Hate. You.

I. Hate. You

I. Hate. You

I. Hate. You

My only comfort was music. Whether it was singing or just listening to it, anything.

I was broken without Millie. I relied on her, and I had to show her that. But I was afraid to talk to Millie.

I guess I'll just do it in song. Setting up my camera, I grab my guitar and press the record button.

"Hey guys. I'm going to be singing the song Imagination by Shawn Mendes." I say and start strumming my guitar, focusing on my fingers.

"Oh, there she goes again,
Every morning it's the same
You walk on by my house
I wanna call out your name

I want to tell you how beautiful you are from where I'm standing
You got me thinking what we could be 'cause

I keep craving, craving, you don't know it but it's true
Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you
This is typical of love
Can't wait anymore, I won't wait I need to tell you how I feel when I see us together forever

In my dreams you're with me
We'll be everything I want us to be
And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time
Or is that just me and my imagination

We walk, we laugh, we spend our time walking by the ocean side
Our hands are gently intertwined
A feeling I just can't describe
All this time we spent alone, thinking we could not belong to something so damn beautiful
So damn beautiful

I keep craving, craving, you don't know it, but it's true
Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you
This is typical of love
Can't wait anymore, I won't wait I need to tell you how I feel when I see us together forever

In my dreams, you're with me
We'll be everything I want us to be
And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time
Or is that just me and my imagination

Imagination
Imagination
(Whoa, whoa, whoa...)

In my dreams, you're with me
We'll be everything I want us to be
And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time
Or is that just me and my imagination

I keep craving, craving, you don't know it, but it's true
Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you."

My fingers continue to strum the guitar. Then slowly, I stop playing and do my outro, saying thudding was for someone special.

My only hope was that Millie would listen to it. Please Millie. Please. Just forgive me. I'm begging you. Please.