𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝...

Chapter 32

"Why are you friends with her?" 

His fists were clenched as he stared up at Jackson, his heart racing. But there were tears of anger in his eyes as he looked up at his bully, who was also Rosemary's new best friend. 

New best friend. 

What happened to Charlotte? Was she already replaced? 

"I heard you didn't approve of Rosemary's decision of her being my friend." Jackson smirked down at him. 

"She told you that?" 

"Of course she did. We're best friends now, aren't we?" 

Will set his jaw stubbornly. "I swear if you hurt her—" 

He was suddenly on the floor. He blinked in quiet shock as Jackson loomed over him. "Or what?" Jackson murmured. "Do you see yourself right now? What are you gonna do, hmm? Hit me? You forget, Will, that if you do, you're no better than me." 

He narrowed his eyes up at him. "Don't hurt her," he said, clenching his fists. "I know you became friends with her to take some stupid revenge over—" 

Blow upon blow hit him in the face and chest and he squeezed his eyes shut. Pain bloomed over his side—it always did nowadays. 

"You think you're strong enough to hurt me?" Jackson hissed down at him. "You're a weakling, Will Miller—a weakling, just like what your sister is. She trusts too easily and cares too much, you know. I just had to tell her my sob story, and she was on me with pity." 

"What's your sob story? You falling off a bike when you were nine?" 

Jackson smirked down at him. "What makes you think I'm going to tell you?" he asked. "She's never going to believe you. How much does it hurt, Miller? Knowing that your big sister believes someone she doesn't know over her own little brother?" 

Will glanced away, not wanting Jackson to see how his words affected him. It hurt, a lot, knowing that Rosemary was paying Will no attention. Because for those two years when Rosemary had been in a coma, Will had been by her side, every day. Waiting. Pleading for her to wake up. 

And now Rosemary had woken up, and she moved away from him, distancing herself from him, believing someone she barely knew over him, a person she'd known since she was one years old. 

"Ooooh, it does hurt!" Jackson laughed. He punched Will again and his head snapped back, hitting the floor. "I wonder what you'd feel if I told you all the ways I'd love to make Rosemary suffer..." 

He wasn't sure where the anger came from. But it was there; firing up from his heart and into his hand as Will leapt at Jackson, knocking him back. He punched Jackson Crowle in the jaw. 

Jackson staggered back, his hand reaching up to his jaw. He blinked at Will, and a small grin played on his lips. "Do you know what you just did?" he asked. 

Will shook out his hand, which was starting to bruise, and glared at Jackson. 

"You just made a very big mistake," whispered Jackson.   

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"I want to die," he whispered. "Maybe I'll do it. I'll definitely try." 

He closed his eyes and laid back onto the bed. "But how?" he wondered. "What would be the easiest way?

"Pills? A noose?" He folded his arm underneath his head, staring up at the blue ceiling of his room. He sat up suddenly and quickly, an idea in his mind. 

He leapt from his bed and toward his shelf, where he had gotten a tiny pocketknife as a present from somewhere—he couldn't exactly remember. But he had had it since he'd been a little boy. 

"Nice," he said to himself, inspecting the sharp edge. 

"Tomorrow," he whispered. "Tomorrow, I will do it." 

He pictured her, her long hair and kind eyes, the way she smiled. He missed her. He missed talking to her, missed holding her hand and running with her to the park. 

That was before. 

Before everything happened. 

~ Lyn 

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Will made a big mistake, indeed. 

But what was his mistake? 

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