Wake Me Up(an Ed Sheeran fan fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I don't know how long or how far I ran, but I eventually ended up crawling up to the front door of Grandma's house again. By the time I got there, it was pitch black out. There were no cars in the driveway, so I assumed I'd be able to just go inside and crawl in bed and go to sleep. But as I grabbed the door handle, the door opened.

Above me stood John. Ed's father. "You!" He exclaimed. "Regina!" He bent down and wrapped his arms around me, picking me up. "My God! You're alive!" He dragged me to the sofa and laid me on it and immediately wrapped blankets around me, trying to warm me up. I felt myself dozing off.

"Don't fall asleep, Regina." John said, patting my cheek. "You'll get ill if you do." He quickly sprinted away and came back with a towel. Then he started rubbing it aggressively on my hair. I squeaked in protest, but he didn't stop.

"I've gotta dry your hair. I'm sorry." John replied. He wrapped the towel around my hair and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a cell phone and called someone. They must've answered right away because he spoke a moment later. "Yes. Its me." John said. "She is here." Who is he talking to? My head tipped to the side, slightly, and I started to yawn.

As I closed my eyes, John patted my face again. "Don't go to sleep, Regina." He said. I opened my eyes again and saw the concern in his face. "Please. Don't go to sleep." He said, begging. "He can't lose you."

A few minutes later, Ed opened the door with Imogen and Grandma behind him. Imogen headed towards the bathroom. Ed ran right over to me and collapsed in my lap in a heap of tears and ginger hair. "Oh my God! Reggie!" He sobbed, kissing my hands and looking up at me. "I thought I lost you!"

As he climbed onto the sofa and wrapped his arms around me, Imogen came back from the bathroom with a thermometer. She stuck it in my mouth. "We have to check to see if you're ill." She said. I held the thermometer under my tongue. "If you've got a large fever, then you've probably got hypothermia. If so, you're going straight to the Doc's."

I barely heard a word that woman said. I was too focused on the ginger hair that was buried in my neck. Ed's tears dripped onto my skin and ran down my chest. He was literally sobbing onto me. It was heartbreaking.

"Ed..." I choked out, almost spitting out the thermometer. I couldn't move my arms underneath the many blankets either. Ed didn't reply, except for sobbing more. I looked at Grandma, who had taken John aside and was speaking to him. Imogen was sitting next to me on one side and Ed was on my other side.

"Don't talk..." Imogen whispered. I frowned. The thermometer beeped and Imogen took it from my mouth. "Well," She started, "You have a small fever, but it can be fixed with a wee bit of medicine." Ed suddenly sat up and looked at his mother.

"Thank God..." He whispered. Imogen gave him a small smile and stood up, walking over to John and Grandma. I looked at Ed who was still crying.

"Are you angry?" I croaked. Ed looked at me. His eyes were red and puffy. He must've been crying for a long time. His lips were puffy too. I wanted to kiss him.

"I was at first..." He said. "Why in God's name did you leave!?" I flinched. Shit...

"Its just... My mom..." I said quietly. I looked over at John. Then back at Ed. "You and him earlier... Its what my mom and dad did..." As I looked over at the adults again, I said "And what Grandma and your mom did is what people forced us to do when Mom and Dad fought..." I squeezed my eyes shut. Don't you dare start crying!

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Ed asked. I shook my head, keeping my eyes shut. I can't cry. I just can't!

"That voice, Ed..." I whispered. "It told me to run... And I did..." Ed pulled me closer to him. Then he kissed my cheek.

"Why do you listen to it?" He asked. What? My eyes snapped open. Are you fucking serious? I glared at Ed. Then I lost it.

"Are you seriously going to fucking ask me that!? After all this time, all the shit I've done and been through, you're going to ask me that stupid ass question!?" I screamed, pulling away from Ed. He leaped back in surprise. He opened his mouth, but I continued. "I'm a mentally unstable piece of shit and I can't help that there is a voice in my head that controls whatever the fuck I do!"

"Reggie, I-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed. "Don't act like you fucking care about me Ed! You never fucking have and I know you never will!" I whipped the blankets off of me and stormed out of the room.

"Regina?" John said. I pushed past him and the others and went right into mine and Ed's room. I slammed the door shut and threw myself into the bed. Why would you say that...? Why would you ask me...?

"I told you he didn't care." The voice stated.

"Do you think I don't fucking know that?" I whispered back. The voice didn't reply so I wrapped myself up in the blanket and started crying.

As I did, I heard the door open. "I don't care who you are." I said. "I don't want to talk to anyone or listen. Just leave me alone. I'm sleeping." The door closed and the room was silent.

"Ed..." I mumbled. "Why would you ask that? Why would you hurt me? I thought..." I opened my eyes and stared into the darkness. "I thought...you loved me..."

Hey guys! That was chapter twenty-seven! I have nothing to say but this: I was actually angry while writing this chapter; it wasn't supposed to go like this, but I actually like how it is so I'm keeping it this way. Anyways, please vote, please comment, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE follow!!!
-Liz