Waking up in a place you have no idea how you got there is very strange. I was uncomfortable and was feeling restrained. What the hell...
I couldn't really open my eyes or move any part of my body. I was too weak to even open my mouth. I knew I couldn't be dead. Other wise Esme would have been here with me. We'd be hand in hand running around our little house and living the life that we'd planned on having. Just me and my little sister. We'd be away from this hell whole called Earth. Well atleast she already is.
Though i was still to weak I could still hear my surroundings. I could hear the loud beeping noises from the machines, the tv tha was currently playing some cartoons, the words "i'm sorry" being whispered above me.... "I'm sorry"... What?
"I'm so sorry Angel. This is all my fault."
I know that voice very well. It was the voice that I loved so much that hurt me so bad.
"Why don't you just leave," I wanted to say.
I didn't want him anywhere near me. I didn't want to hear his voice. I didn't want to see his face. I didn't even want to hear his name. How the hell could he be close to me after what just happened?
I'd prefer to be dead than to just sit hear with the one person who I loved almost as much as Esme. I trusted him... I trusted him with my heart and what did I get in return? I got broken pieces all over again. Ones that he helped to mend, he broke.
What was I thinking? I have nothing for him. No good looks, no athletic ability, no abs, no muscle. I have nothing.
He never really loved me anyway. He just pitied me. I'm so fucking stupid. How could I believe that someone like Brock Melford, the star player for the "John Redbur Devils" highschool soccer team, and the most gorgeous guy in school, ever like someone like me. The quiet, shy, most unathletic person in the world. I was a fool to think that.
"GET OFF OF HIM YOU PIECE OF-" I heard as the very familiar shouting was interrupted by a much more softer, sweeter voice. "Calm down Drake... Please, It's okay," she said
Drake?... Drake is here?
Oh no! Who called my brother?... I mean i'm so elated that he's here but, he lives 10 hours away from us, by plane that is. He did all of that traveling for me and I can tell he wasn't happy either. I could moderately pull out pieces of his shoutings with Brock... Frankly I wished he would havejust pumbled him right where he stood.... but what would be the point in that.
"No it's not fine Lauren,"
Damn, I really screwed up this time. Drake never calls us by our middle name unless we were in trouble.
I wanted to just get up and tell my older brother that I was okay, but then he would really get pissed because he would know I was lying. He was one who could read emotions very easily... No matter how hard you tried to hide them.
"I'm s... s... sorry," I heard Brock stammer.
Even though Drake was yelling I couldn't really hear what he was saying. I could then only pull out pieces of their conversations now. I guess I must be retiring myself.
"The day I left here I told you to take care of Angel," Drake said. "You gave me your word that you would never hurt him and that you would watch him."
I ccould hear my brothers voice quivering with his words. I wanted so bad to just jump from this still uncomfortable bed and jus hug him and tell him it's alright.
I couldn't hear what Brock had to say but then I did hear Drakes's reply and again i didn't hear after that, but I do know that Drake left. I could feel the door being slammed right after.
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