visits ' s.m.

2.

December 31, 2014
11:53

Nash POV

I walked out of Cameron's room where I was hanging out for a little bit. I started to look for Annette but I couldn't find her.

I walked past A couple making out. It was disgusting you could hear the smacks and the girls was making terrible noises. I looked closer and noticed who it was.

Annette's POV

The guy had a hold of me and even in the flashing lights I could see his devilish smirk lying across his face.

His grip my tight as he leaned in. The familiar smell of whiskey danced in the air between us. Soon the feeling of his lips were on mine. They weren't smooth and plump like the ones of grown so accustomed to, but they were hard and chapped like sandpaper.

Our lips didn't move in sync like I'm used to. His lips were foreign and I wanted to be home. He asked for entrance, I declined, but he pressed against his lips against mine harder making me gasp giving him a gateway to enter.

I wanted to be in the comfort of his arms, I wanted to feel home. Where was he now. I want to feel his hands not this strangers. I want to feel his lips, not this strangers.

Suddenly he was thrown away from me and I could breath. I couldn't see my eyes were blurry tears threatening to spill out. I felt the familiar hands wrap around my wrists. The purple and blue markings making his touch painful.

I wanted him to hold me, I wanted to feel safe wrapped in his arms. But he was angry. Angrier than I've ever seen. He was not mad at the stranger, nor the people who did not notice, he was not mad at anybody but me. He was yelling in my face. Nobody was paying any mind. I was to stunned to say a word, but in the distance you could hear the intoxicated teens counting down to midnight.

" How could you be with another guy on the day before our anniversary. I thought you loved me. I thought you were my forever. How could you break my heart like that. Stupid slut Cameron was right you are just like the other girls that go to our school. You just used me to make something of your worthless soul." He was yelling in my face he was so close. I wanted to reach up and slap him. This was not my fault.

"It was-wasn't my fault he he was hold-" I tried to explain

"Don't okay just find a way home by yourself because i'm no longer a part of your life"

He walked away from me. I started to run towards him I can't let him leave me. I wrapped my hands around his wrist trying to get him to stop. Try to keep him here.

He pushed me off of me with so much force I fell to the ground screaming his name telling him to stop. Try to keep him here.

He was gone speeding down the road in his car his music turned all the way up. The lyrics of our song played down the road.

He was gone and he left me alone in this unknown place. I was alone surrounded by people I hardly knew. As the night grew older the crowd got smaller and I just lay there rethinking the all that happened.

I blame myself for never seeing him again I should have called him. I should have held on to him tighter. I should have never let him leave. I knew there were drunk drivers. He was supposed to stay with me. He was supposed to be my soulmate. But now I visit him everyday. Just so he knows just how much I still love him.