chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

seventeen ・❥・ apologise

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Lola's pov...

Go to hell.

My own words echoed in my head as I stared at the guy in front of me, of the man who was now a complete and total stranger to me.

"Lola." He pleaded in a mutter. "It was real, you and me were real."

"Leave." I hissed in a low whisper. "Leave."

"Lola-"

"Leave."

Tears burned in his eyes as he stared at me, his eyes on me, watching me, studying me. But the eyes I once loved looking into were suddenly strangers to me. He had ruined it all, everything, was a fucking lie.

I was used.

He used me, and it was that fact that had gutted me open. All the words that left his lips were just words, it was too late to apologise, and nothing could undo what he had just destroyed.

"Lola." He pleaded in a hard tone. "Lola, it was real- you and me were real. You have to believe me. But this isn't about you and me. Your brother's out there about to pull a job. We're running out of time."

A scoff fell from my lips as I shook my head, unable to fathom what the fuck he was saying. The audacity he possessed was insane. To think that I- after what he did, would help him, was insane.

"Those truckers aren't laying down anymore. Maybe they'll make it through tonight, but every law enforcement agency is coming down on them. If you don't want anything to happen to them...you have to get in that car with me right now and help me. Lola, you are the only person that can help me right now. Please, Lola. Please help me."

He kept saying truckers, that trucks were involved, and the idea of that made my stomach churn. Brian knew a lot more than me, it was the only reason I was entertaining what he was saying.

"Truckers?" I asked in an emotionless whisper.

"Yes." He shot back with a nod of his head, tears still burning in his eyes.

I didn't know it was truckers, that they were robbing moving fucking trucks. Something clawed its way up my throat as images flashed through my mind, of Dom, Letty, Leon, Vince, all in trouble because they went ahead without Jesse. They were all stupid, incredibly stupid.

And something deep down inside me knew they weren't going to pull it off.

There was a battle in my head. Helping Brian was betraying Dom, but if I didn't help Brian, Dom could get into big trouble. The memories of what happened last time he tried to do something one man down flashed through my mind. And suddenly, I wished I had just gone with him and helped them despite his protests.

I was being fueled by the traumatic memories that still haunted me. I knew I needed to stop Dom from doing it, and the only way I was going to be able to do that was by helping Brian.

Without a word, I silently walked over to his car and got in. I was silent, uncaring, refusing to show just how badly his betrayal had gutted me open. Because it was rage that consumed me, it was controlling me. And all I could think about was his eyes and how much I hated them.

Following me, Brian jumped into his car and seconds later, we were speeding down the empty roads. "Do you know where the civics are?"

The civics.