Problematic // Vikklan Au

Chapter 8

-Edited-

Lachlan's POV

I slowly looked around my room the following morning, vaguely remembering that everyone left last night around who knows what time, and I didn't even have a chance to tell Vikk my feelings.

I rubbed my hand through my hair messily, yawning loudly as I slung my legs out of bed and dressed for school. This would be the first time I would be back in weeks.

After several minutes, I made it out the door. I didn't bother to eat, as I never really did. I sighed softly and jumped into my car. It took no longer then ten minutes to get there, and when I parked, I put on a gentle smile and entered the school.

Almost immediately, I heard a bunch of shouting, and my eyes snatched over to a crowd circling around something.

I rushed over and shoved through the crowd, freezing the moment I saw Vikk punching some guy to the nose and surely breaking it. Anger consumed me quickly, and I clenched my fist, "Vikk!"

Everyone's eyes shot to me, including Vikk's, and I scowled hard, "I thought you changed?"

I yanked Vikk off of the poor fellow, and Vikk looked enraged for some reason, but I didn't care.

I helped the man stand, and he thanked me while crying and hugging me before making his way to the nurse. I heard whispers from students around us, hearing comments similar to me returning and already breaking up fights, and then they would bicker about how fast Vikk resulted to fighting again after claiming to be different.

I shook my head at Vikk, feeling disappointment seep into my heart and core. "Why would you break your promise?" I asked numbly, and he clenched his fists, "You don't understand!"

My eyes turned cold, and I pointed at him with a look meant to kill, "Then how about I don't understand, and you just bully people who don't deserve it. You won't have any friends because everyone is with me now anyways."

I don't know what happened, but Vikk had launched himself at me and threw a punch that I caught quickly. My heart was being crushed, breaking underneath everything, and I felt like my insides were dying.

I had fallen for Vikk, and here he was trying to hurt me.

I clenched my eyes shut and looked down at my feet, trying desperately to keep the tears away until I could get alone. He tried to pull his fist out of my grasp, but I wouldn't let him. He wouldn't hurt me more than he already had.

"You don't understand what happened!" He growled, and I looked up at him with ghostly eyes. He was glaring, not seeing the pain running through my blue orbs as I felt my lungs deflate and my heart crumble to grains of sand.

"Then you have lost your friends," My voice was numb, and it was so very weak, "And you have lost me."

I tried to walk away, to shield myself from any further harm, but Vikk tried to punch at me again. I caught it like I did before and shoved him away and into the lockers. I turned and looked away, tears fleeing my eyes with a voice feigning defeat, "I'm done, Vikk. I'm done trying with you."

Then I left.

I didn't attempt going to class or telling my friends that I wasn't there anymore; I just left.

I hurried to my car and drove off, crying and screaming as I slammed my hands down on the steering wheel. He had betrayed me, broke his promise, and then attacked me.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.

 As I parked my car in my driveway, I ran up to my door and closed it tightly.

Slamming my back against the door, I slid down to the ground and let out a painful cry of heart break. I clung to my knees, squeezing them to me with every little last breath of sanity I had left.

My phone was going off, and it was all seemingly the guys asking where I was.

 In a group chat, I sent them one thing.

Lachlan: I'm alone. Ask Vikk what he did. He knows all about it. Just don't bother, okay? I won't be in pain much longer, I promise.

The phone exploded after sending it, but I didn't bother to look at the screen.

They could hurt me like he did.

I let my head lean backwards on the door, staring at the ceiling as if it would just collapse and crush me underneath it, but I don't think I'd try to prevent it.

My mind was a ticking time bomb, consuming every little thing I tried to assure myself, and it just left me looking back on the scene as I walked up and saw Vikk breaking his promise and beating that poor boy. What had he done that couldn't be solved in speech?

My phone's ringtone went off loudly, and I looked at it with high hesitation, but I grabbed it and answered it, thinking that maybe they'll keep me secret and pretend I'm not around, "Hello?"