While My Guitar Gently Weeps

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Picking up the shit, I burst out of the room. 

I had heard enough. 

Everything fucking everything had gotten so sick and twisted.

Why? All because some misogynist didn't want a girl having credit for being smart. 

Auden was right. Soren really mustn't have anything going on if he acting like this.  

He needed to be therapized.

Hamilton and April burst out behind me. 

"Aubriella wait" April yelled. 

My feet made no moves to stop as I stomped through the halls of the lodge. 

I didn't know where I was going but I knew I had to get away from that damn library. 

After everything, after I had proved myself to everyone. That I wasn't just a poor girl on scholarship, that I was smart and talented. 

I was still just used. I was a fucking pawn in Soren's little game. 

I've spent almost all of my time here working hard taking risks and pushing myself to excellence. 

Nobody cared. 

"He cares." a voice in my head spoke.

That was something to think about later. 

As I walked through the endless halls of the lodge with Hamilton and April burning a fire on my heels, I found myself facing two paths.

On my left, there was a dark hallway that would lead me to the muck room so I could escape outside. 

On my right were the dorms where I could easily lock them out. 

Thinking as fast as I could, I decided that I needed some fresh air. 

I looked behind and to both my sides before jogging quietly down the hall. 

My fists were clenched so hard that my nails were printing half moons on my palms.

Reaching the door, I did a final check behind me while opening the door. 

My body collided with another as I turned to step out. 

"For fucks sake." I moaned turning to meet the figure. 

His dark silver eyes met mine. He looked like his mother had just died. 

My luck was always betraying me.

My body couldn't help but shrivel into itself at his ruined state.

He reached out a hand to me but I stepped back.  

We just stood there staring at each other.  

He looked nauseous.

His demeanour was usually cocky and arrogant. I didn't know what to do with the sad eyes that seemed to stare into me. 

After a moment, I heard heaving breaths behind me. 

"Aubriella!" Hamilton panted catching up to me.

"Fuck." one of them mumbled behind me. 

I inhaled a breath, my eyes never leaving his. 

Everything I saw in him, everything he said. It all made my heart burn. 

I just felt sad. 

Numb.

Turning on a heel, I pushed through my two friends and walked towards my room not caring if they followed.

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