Pretty Please - Riley McDonough Fanfiction

Chapter 20

A/N: If you're really sensitive or young, I recommend not reading this chapter or at least waiting for the next one to be published since it explains a lot.

Avery's POV

As I walked down that road, I felt everything crashing into pieces. Everything that I had tried to hide so hard was reappearing. Everything kept coming back to the surface. For so long I had kept it in control. I had lived like a normal person. I hadn't talked about it. I hadn't thought about it.

Those times were over, and I felt more crazy than ever.

Riley's POV

I hoped Avery was somewhere warm since it had started to rain. It was hard to drive, because the darkness had already fallen and the rain got slammed against the car windows hard. But I had to drive fast, I had to get to Avery.

I was trying to peek through the raindrops on my windshield when I noticed someone walking down the road. I wasn't far away from the address Avery had sent, so I stopped the car and opened my window. "Avery?"

"Riley?" She came closer to the window. Her make up was smudged and hair wet against her face. I wasn't sure if the drops on her face were tears or from the sky but it was obvious the she has cried a lot.

"Come in", I hurried her.

She walked to the passenger side, opened the door and jumped in. She was sobbing quietly and let her hair fall down on her face.

I sat there, feeling totally helpless. I didn't know what to do, what to say. "I..." I stopped there.

I was glad she opened her mouth. "Can you just turn the car around and drive? I need to get far away from them."

I didn't ask questions, but she looked like she was having a mental breakdown. She kept muttering something under her breath, and when I finally found a place I was able to turn the car I heard what she was repeating.

'Not my fault. Not my fault. Not my fault.'

I didn't understand why she was saying that. What wasn't her fault? Why did she sound like she was convincing herself? Why did she keep crying and pulling her hair, like it was the only thing keeping her together?

I drove silently. I kept my eyes on the road, being a little freaked out about Avery. She wasn't okay. The only question was how badly was everything? I needed to know, but when I glanced at her I saw her nails sinking into the skin of her arm. She was hurting herself.

I stopped the car. "You have to tell me what's going on."

She shook her head quickly. "I can't."

I frowned. "Why not?" It scared me to see Avery like this. Usually she was sunny, and the times she had been sad, she had just been sad. This time she seemed crazy.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at the street ahead. "No. No. NO." She swallowed. "I can't."

"Why?" I asked again. "What is it?"

"You can't find out!" she screamed to my face.

I pulled back. I was getting really scared of being in a car alone with her. Where was the real Avery? I was 100% it was her, but still... it wasn't. It was like something was badly broken. She kept blinking hard, like she was trying to stay sane. Holy shit.

I tried to relax myself. She was probably just having a mental breakdown and I had to bring her back to realize everything was okay. I reached out for her but she pulled away.

"Please don't touch me."

I shook my head. I had to find my Avery from somewhere. "It's just me, okay. You can tell me." I placed my hand on her shoulder.

She stiffened under my touch and didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. "You're going to regret this", she cried.

"Regret what?"

"Touching me, being friends with me. You won't want to see me."

"Who wouldn't want to see something as beautiful as you?"

She glanced at me. "I'm not the beautiful one of us, Riley."

If the situation had been different, I would've blushed. Now I didn't. "Yes, you are."

"I'm a mess. I'm a terrible person." She bit her lip and looked away.

"You are not", I said, sounding desperate. What the hell was I supposed to do when a girl was having a breakdown? "I don't believe that. You don't believe that."

"That's the point, Riley", she said coldly. "I do, I do believe it. If I didn't, I would survive."

"Survive from what?" All I did was asking questions and it seemed stupid for me. But it was the only way to get answers.

"The pain."

Silence. I took my hand away and let it fall on my lap. She was hurting badly. Mentally. I couldn't say that everything had always been clear to me. I had been hurt and gone a little mad after that. This wasn't a little mad, and that's why I didn't know what to do. Who had done this to her? I carefully opened my mouth. "Who did this to you?"

"I did." She laughed, but the laugh wasn't joyful at all. "I did all this to myself, and even brought pain to others." Then she said something so quietly I couldn't hear.

"What?"

"I said that I should be the one dead."

I jumped a little on my seat. Had someone she loved died?

For a minute I didn't dare to speak. When I opened my mouth, my words were quiet. I was afraid of her reaction. I didn't know what else to do than ask questions and who knew that if I asked the wrong ones what would she do? My voice shook. "What happened?"

"I killed my brother."

A/N: Sorry for this xD I hope you didn't see that one coming oops