Chapter Three

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My eyes widened as I saw Grace standing in the doorway with a dog in hand, I sneered at them both and tried to close the door on her which she pushed open again. "What do you want? You have no business here. How'd you find me anyways?" She just sighed and took a step in, interpreting from the way I let her take a few more that she could come in. "The dog stays outside, yeah?" She nodded and tied the leash to a tree before walking all the way inside.

"So, I want to talk to you," Grace paused and thought about how to word it as I guessed "And I found you when Brook told me you moved, a friend of mine took it from there and my parents let me come over." I dragged my hand across my face, of course Brooklyn would be the first to notice I hadn't showed up so she could beat me to a pulp. No thanks Brook. "Well what do you want? I don't even want to hear you speak, so this is really something." I couldn't believe her rich ass parents let her come here in a plane, I knew because she never traveled any other way.

Grace just sighed (again) and whispered, "I just missed you." My breath caught in my throat as I repeated her words in my head over and over. "Well I didn't miss you, this isn't going to make me forgive you, I never will." She nodded as if she understood, which she didn't. I took it as a sign to continue. "I left you because of your cowardly attitude and selfishness, and not one day do I regret it." I actually did. But at this moment, I was remembering what happened and I didn't regret leaving her. Only at this moment.

Flashback-------

I covered my face as another kick was sent my way, hitting my jaw in the process. At this point I had bruises scattered all over my body as Ron and Grant beat me for their own entertainment. I looked up to see if there was any salvation left, if maybe they were tired or bored. But instead I saw Grace standing there. I smiled weakly and silently begged her with my eyes to come and stop them. But she didn't. Just stood there as blow after blow was delivered to me.

She turned away right before the crunch of bone filled the air and they left. White hot pain ripped through me as I came crashing back down, and I screamed. Not only because of the unbelievable pain of a broken arm but because she didn't do anything. Grace didn't do anything. And when the nurse and a group of teachers clustered around me, lifting me up gently, I still tried to look for her. But she wasn't even there.

She'd gone back to class, and if my trust hadn't been broken before it was now. My heart had been ripped in two, and it hurt more then any broken bone.

Flashback over-------

That day, I left my heart behind. I left everything. And no matter how hard she'd try, I would never let her or anyone in again.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 09, 2016 ⏰

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