Ride to Nowhere

Chap 8.

A/N
I really haven't updated in a long time oshit I'm so sorry.

Here's an update to make up for it xx

(Warning some parts may be considered triggering)

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Xoxo

-Banava

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(Sawyer's POV)

I watched him as he looked down nervously and took a deep breath before starting. I could tell he didn't really want to tell anyone about this, but at the same time if I was going to be stuck ending up with him, I had a right to know.

"So I guess the story begins in my freshman year. I always fit into the "popular" stereotype, I mean both my parents were good looking, my mom being a model and my dad being a doctor. I was very sporty, and thanks to my parents jobs we were very well off. It also meant that thanks to my parents job, they had no time for me; my relationship with them was formal at best." He picked at a cuticle and avoided eye contact with me.

"If you can imagine I never truly felt loved. I never really knew the feeling. Then one day in high school I met this cheerleader from my grade, her name was Priscilla. I immediately started crushing on her and she ended up feeling the same. The first few months were great, until she started cheating. I don't know why I was stupid enough to stay; I guess while it hurt me to have her always cheat, it would hurt me more if I dumped her and not have anyone anymore." He took a deep breath before telling me the next part, trying to stay calm.

"I changed myself for her. I believed that maybe if I became the kind of guy she always cheated on me with, she would like me more. So I acted like a douche. I acted like the guys I had never wanted to be like. I flirted with other girls in front of her, and for sometime it worked until she realized that I wouldn't go further than simply flirt. So she continued on and I continued on with the charade, hoping maybe it would win her back." He ran his fingers through his hair and finally looked up at me.

"Skip forward to junior year. It was the same old poisonous relationship, she fucked other guys, while she hardly ever kissed me. I continued to act like a dick and flirted with other girls, just desperately hoping she would change her mind and still care for me. One day she comes up to me and asks to speak with me alone. I, of course obliged because I would do anything for her. Then she tells me that she's pregnant." Alex laughed bitterly while my eyes widened.

"I should've left her right then! I knew it wasn't my kid, hell we never went that far, and I knew it! Then she looks at me with the saddest eyes and me being the stupid loyal self I am, I stayed with her. I helped her through the pregnancy and after." He went silent for a bit before he continued.

"His name was Tommy. He was the sweetest little boy I had ever known, and I-I was the closest thing he had to a father figure...or a parent. Pris might've lived with me in the mansion I called a "house" after her parents disowned her, but she was never around. She would always do God knows what while I would cater to her child." He breathed in and looked down at his hands again and I noticed his eyes started to water.

"Then she-"his voice cracked,"then she left me. I begged her not to leave, I begged her not to leave everything we had behind; though we never had much. I begged her not to leave her own son. Then she looked me straight in the eye and told me she never loved me. She told me that the time she spent with me was the worst thing she had ever done, and that she wished that she hadn't ever met me. She told me that the reason why she, and my parents, and everybody else didn't remotely care about me, was because I just wasn't worth any kind of love. I knew she didn't care...but I never expected that. She was the closest thing I had to love, I gave her my entire heart and she crushed it just like that. Pris walked out of the house without another word, and left me there to cry. Most eighteen year old boys would hardly cry at something like that until later, but I couldn't control any of my pain and just broke down. It was hardly a couple days later when the break out started and while I tried to protect Tommy he didn't make it...and I've been alone since." He finished in silence and just sat staring at his hands while I processed everything.

"But why did you continue the act with me?" I said finally.

"Because I could tell immediately that you were this super cool person and just all around amazing, and me being me, got nervous and started acting how I swore never to act again." He chucked embarrassedly.

"Oh. Well I guess it wouldn't be very fair of me to just ignore that would it?" I smiled and shook his hand,"I say we call a truce and start over."

"Deal." He gave me a shy smile,"can I hear your story now?"

I nodded my head and my breath quickened."Yeah, I guess it's my turn."

He nodded and focused on me remaining silent while I spoke.

"I was abused. My dad was abusive and my mom couldn't stand up to him. They dated in high school and she had me when she was eighteen, because he forced her into giving herself to him. He was already abusive before I was born an he continue after. They got married and we all ended up living in a small two story house in one of the more dangerous places in town. I always felt like it was my fault for the pain my mom was caused, and was stuck as a mother who worked all the time while her husband did nothing, and it just caused a depression. When I was seven my mom had twins, their names were Bobby and Charlotte. I got really close to them, and no matter how much my dad get me, I never let him lay a finger on them." My voice quivered all the suppressed memories flooding back.

"I started falling into a major depression. And my dad-"I choked on my words,"my dad wasn't the only one hurting me anymore. I had a boyfriend who cheated on me constantly and-well I didn't dump him until he began abusing me. Towards the end of my relationship with him I began to hurt myself too." I sighed."I never felt like I had worth, or value, or anything. I felt like I deserved the pain. Then one day when I was seventeen, something happened. My dad started getting a seizure and began to turn. We all tried to escape but then he bit my mom and killed her. I fled immediately with my siblings. We lasted for about a year until one day I-I lost them both. I had gotten scratched-though not severely-and realized I was immune. I then wandered around for two years with really no purpose." I finished.

Alex grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, knowing I needed the support.

"Hey," he said softly,"now you have purpose, and now you have company. And whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me." He faked an evil laugh.

I smiled a bit,"you know what, I think that even though I previously hated you, I can tolerate that."

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