This Broken Beautiful Thing...

Chapter 3: Caleb POV

CHAPTER 3

CALEB POV

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Brent shouts at me as Harley runs down the stairs and out of my life. I keep screaming for her to come back but she doesn’t, Brent and some of the other guys hold me back.

I turn around and rush off to the bathroom, I slam the door and punch the wall. I fucked up so badly, how could I do that to her? What is wrong with me? I’ve only ever been with Harley, I was going to propose to her tonight… I saved for the ring and finally got it for her this morning.

I didn't plan on walking in my dads office to him fucking his assistant ,i ran out of there and came to the party and headed for a room. I was sitting in one of the bedrooms trying to clear my head with a bottle of jack when that fucking slut walked in. She offered to make me stop thinking about everything for a few minutes, I didn’t know she would strip and pull out a condom.

I don’t know what I was thinking, I couldn’t even cum although she on the other hand, was quick to climax, I was so disgusted in her and what I was doing.

She was suppose to be Harley's best friend and she knew my plan to propose to Harley tonight but  instead of taking my mind off what my father was doing I ended up doing the same thing to my beautiful Harley.

When I walked out of the room and saw my stunning girl standing there looking all dressed up with tears and make up running down her face, I knew I fucked up a beautiful thing. My heart broke as she looked at me , she seemed so broken and her eyes filled with hatred, she was so perfect….she was too good for me and I was trying really hard to be good for her but I was bound to fuck up…and I did just that.

When she said she didn’t want me anymore I knew it was true, I knew that I would spend every day of my life to try and make it up to her. I needed her, she made my life brighter and happier. As she walked away I knew I lost her.

 “Dude , what is wrong with you? You fucked up a good thing!” Brent says as he comes into the bathroom, he leans against the counter as he watches me with the same disgusted look. I'm sitting on the end of the bath with my head in my hands with tears falling down my face.

“I know Brent , I fucked up…I know.” I say sadly.

“Harley is perfect man , you ruined all that to hook up with that whore? What were you thinking? Do you realize how many guys want Harley and they try so hard to get with her but she turns every. single. one. of them down, that girl was so in love with you man. You’re my best friend and you know you are like my brother but man….you don’t deserve her…she deserves MUCH better…” Brent says.

 I want to yell at him right now but I know everything he's saying is true. I cant tell you how many times the guys from the team have told me how lucky I am to have Harley and here I am, fucking everything up.

“Brent, don’t you think I know that? I fucked up okay! Are you going to just sit there or are you going to help me find her?” I say as I get up and wash my face then head out the door to find my girl.

Brent decides to drive since he’s only had one beer, we see two police cars overtake us, I have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. We head near the main street where I spot a large Black SUV and the front is a bit damaged , I follow the glass and rubble that’s lying all over the road and I see Harley's little Fiesta lying on its side against a tree all banged up.

Brent races his car near hers , and skids to a stop forgetting that the cops are already assessing the damage by the black car. I run out and try look through the front window but can’t see anything, Brent climbs on the car and looks inside and tells me she’s not there. I start to panic, this is all my fault…