Please Don't Take Me

Chapter 6

Sorry for all of the grammatical errors! They will be fixed as soon as possible.

Note: We changed the name 'Britney' to 'Brittany', so sorry if it is still Britney. It will be changed soon.

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At dinner, Liam kept his promise and told everyone the truth. I was ‘chorused’ in pathetic ‘I’m sorrys’, but none of them meant it. Everyone except Kendall, Liam, Thomas, and I, were skeptical. They didn’t know who to believe.

As all the lights in the house dimmed, I silently laid in my bed listening to the soft snores of Emma. I tried to close my eyes to fall asleep, but the guilt from Thomas kept me awake.

I did this to him. If it wasn’t for me, everyone wouldn’t hate me.

Unable to hold the guilt, I had to see him. My eyes fluttered open and I stood up abruptly. I looked around the room, making sure no one is awake, but then I continued on.

With each step I took to the living room, the wood floors creaked louder each time. I halted suddenly at the living room door, leaning on the frame. I stared quietly at the pitch black living room, until I heard a yawn come from the room.

“Thomas?” I called out quietly, with dead silence in response. I let out a sigh of defeat, prepared to head back to my room until I was suddenly blinded by a flashlight that was aimed at my face. The person holding the flashlight crept closer to me, but he lowered the flashlight away from my face then turning it off.

“Oh it’s you,” Thomas replied in a deep voice. He walked back to the couch and sat down.

“Well that was rude,” I said with a snarky voice, crossing my arms together.

“ What the hell do you want?” Thomas replied, changing the conversation.

“What I want?” I answered coldly, “For the past day I have felt nothing but guilt on my shoulders and when I’m not with you, I feel worse.”

“You should feel bad,” Thomas answered as he covered the yellow, tattered blanket over his legs.

“What did Hayden whisper to you?” I asked in a quiet voice.

“Nothing,” he replied quietly, avoiding eye contact.

I rolled my eyes at Thomas while I stood in the door frame.

"Talk to me, damn it." I snapped at Thomas. Right now, I am not a patient person. When someone won't tell me something, I won't give up until I find it.

Thomas propped himself up and looked up at me with his chocolate brown eyes and muttered something.

"Speak up." I snapped.

I crept closer to him as he whispered something quietly.

"What?" I whispered.

“You know what? Why the hell should I tell you? You caused me to be in this mess! ” he said with anger filled in his voice, “Just get away from me! Nothing good has happened to me since you got here! Nobody wants you here so just, stay away from me!”

I stood there in shock. Is that what everyone thinks of me? A disturbance from something good? “Thomas, please” I begged him.

“Go,” he replied with anger in his voice.

“Do you even care what happens to me?” I cried.

“Does it look like I care?” Thomas replied with ease.

My heart was pounding, my face felt hot, and I felt terribly sick, I walked to the door frame. As I took one final look at him, he showed a sly smirk before resting his head on the couch pillow and closing his eyes.