Chapter Eleven

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*Elliott's POV*

"It's all your fault!"

What is?

Lucas and I are in the same position. But this time he gets his head up to stare at me. He gets up and I do too. He grabs my wrists and I let out a screech as his grip is strong.

"You are guilty! You bitch, it's your fault!" He yells at me and I just stare at him, not knowing what's going on.

"You killed her!" He yells again and I see pain in his eyes, which are red because he cried seconds ago.

"Why? What am I guilty for?" I say in a caring voice. I don't know why, but it hurts seeing him broken.

"You bitch, you killed my mother! 
If I was home, by her side and not here with you, she'd never hit her head and die!" He yells and every word seems louder. My ears want to blast. I feel so guilty.

He's right. You held him down. He was here, but his mother, she was home. Your stomach hurt and he stood by your side. He sacrificed his mom's last days for you. You are so nasty, Elliott.

"I'm so sorry Lucas." I say in guilt. His grip on my wrist tightens and it's so strong, I think any minute, it could break my bones.

"You have no idea how it is to have no mother." He says and lets go of my wrists, realising it hurts. I punch him in the stomach and within seconds my head turns to the right. That's right. He slapped me so hard my head turned.

I held my cheek and turned my head to him. Tears started streaming down my cheeks.
"You have no idea. Now get out! And never come here! We're 'over'!" I yell at him and he turns on his heel, looks at me over the shoulder and gets out of the house.

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*Quick A/N:
Guys I'm putting in a third person view really short, cakes?*

*third person view*

She was broken. How could somebody hit a girl, so pure, so innocent..yet so invincible. She sat in her room, turning over in her bed, trying to close her eyes for a moment..or at least that's what she thought.

She was hurting. He was in pain.
They were both broken. And there was nothing that could help them at the moment.

She heard music and voices in her head, the happy days. It was when she had something to live for. She was always over-thinking. She was always stressed out and depressed, but kept a smile on. A dark past that's haunting her, forever. She though it was going to be the end of her.

He was staring at the stars trough his ceiling window, thinking of what he's done wrong. He was left alone... No mother love anymore. Only a strict business man, frugal father, a younger step-sister in a boarding school, far away and a younger step-brother. He was being forced into doing things he hated.

He was always the dreamer kid, his step-brother the more serious one. They were looking alike, yet they were so different.
He searched for magic everywhere, his brother only money. Just like the father.

He was like his mother. A dreaming kid with huge dreams, like becoming something more than his frugal father, caring and a better man, honest with his wife, and well... Probably a unicorn?

Perhaps they both, the girl and the boy, could be unicorns in a far away land...with broken hearts... And a wandering mind...oh and also such a pure soul and a wild spirit.

*quick third person view over*

*Jo's POV*

"Chris, I haven't seen her like this in a lot of time. She's so broken... It doesn't look really good. I'm worried sick." I told Chris as we were heading to his locker.

"I know sweetheart.. I'm worried too...she didn't eat in days, she didn't workout in days and she just sits near the window..unless she's gotta use the bathroom. She's not crying, but she's got a blank face all the time... It's really bad." He told me and opened his locker to get some stuff, and then we'd head to English class together.

I was worried sick about my best friend. She was like a zombie and it killed me that I couldn't do anything to make her feel better. I heard about Lucas' mom tho, I'm really sorry that happened too. It just bothers me that I don't know what made them look so...dead...

I was seeing Lucas and Josh in the school hallways. Josh wasn't sad at all... He was acting pretty normal.
But Lucas, he was another story... He was pale, his eyes so dark, almost black, his hair messy. He was always wearing sweatpants and hoodies, staring at the floor.

I was actually really sorry for him, too. It made my heart melt when I realise my best friend and Lucas broke up..

*Elliott's POV*

I've decided to get up. It's been a hell of a week and I've lost weight. My best friends are so worried. They wanted me to eat, I didn't feel hungry. It was really bad.

On Monday, I came to school. I was wearing a smile. Just like nothing happened, but it was far from nothing.

I walked down the halls alone, not looking in front of me, but I guess my fellow colleague didn't either. I bumped into someone, again. 

And it all started again.

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Hello my fellow pooplings!

This was somehow a reeeally depressing chapter, you also found something about our couple.

Song for the chapter: Sia- Fire Meet Gasoline

Sorry my keyboard is pissing me off rn...

I came up with some real bad puns this morning...now it's like 4am and I can't sleep...anyway.. I want to write the puns here

I call my Hoodie Robin.

I' m also a cereal killer.

That's it now. I want to also tell you about my obsession of chocolate and cocoa. And  cereal. I. Just. Can't. Live. Without. Thoseee.

Byeeee

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