If You Forget I Will Remember

Chapter 1

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Buck

I slammed the locker shut as I pulled my hoodie over my head, it was an old worn out one that I didn't really care about losing anymore and I breathed in the smell of my fabric softener, letting it comfort me as I trudged out of the room heading to my Jeep to change. I had learned by now not to leave anything inside my locker, it always getting broken into and if the freshly painted TRAITOR written across it in red lettering was anything to go by, it didn't look like that was changing anytime soon.

Two months after coming back, I still felt as cold and as lonely as I had when I was laid up in my loft after getting out of the hospital. At least then I had the occasional visits from Chris to break up the boredom. My heart did an uncomfortable twist as I thought of my little Superman. I used to have a picture of the two of us inside my locker but after the first break in it had disappeared.

I didn't bring more photos after that, Eddie didn't allow me to see Chris, so those photos were all I had and I couldn't risk losing any more of them. I had tried to talk to my former best friend again and again, explaining my side of things–but Eddie wasn't interested.

The sound of feet racing up the stairs to the loft caught my attention and I took that as my opportunity to hurry outside. I didn't really feel like dealing with any of the cold stares and hateful comments today. My old family, team, I corrected myself; wasn't too awful to me. Hen and Chim tried to include me whenever Bobby wasn't looking, the others just acted like I wasn't there.

What hadn't got better though were the comments and pranks the other firefighters pulled. In the two months I had been back I'd had my tires slashed twice, my door keyed, my clothes gone missing, and my nameplate torn off. I knew I should file a report, but that was exactly what had started this mess. The last thing I needed was to make waves now, that would make everything worse.

Besides, I highly doubted Bobby would do anything about it anyway; neither of us had really spoken outside of the chore assignments. If anything he'd probably chew me out for making more trouble in "his" house. I really couldn't afford to be fired or transferred right now, even if It was what I deserved for being so exhausting to them.

Eddie's words still rang in my head all the time, and I glanced over my shoulder as I hurried into the bay, tiptoeing between trucks as I headed for the Jeep.

"Buck! Hey wait up!"

My heart skipped as I froze in my tracks, listening to Hen's footsteps moving towards me, why wasn't she upstairs with the others? Didn't she know how much trouble she was making for herself? Me getting picked on was one thing but Hen? She was already dealing with too much, she didn't need my problems too.

I turned to hurry away, hoping that I could just say I hadn't seen her. My hopes were dashed as a hand came to rest on my shoulder. It had been so long since I felt a friendly touch and I selfishly leaned into it just for a few moments, enjoying the contact before turning to face her.

"H-Hey Hen...umm did you need something?"

My mind raced as I tried to think if there was something I had or hadn't done and it must have shown on my face because I felt my heart do a small flip as she shook her head, hand moving over to touch the side of my face.