GAGE

48// t h e w a y

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I've been laying lifelessly in Gage's arms for what feels like hours. I shouldn't be doing this. That would be my way. Maybe this is 'the way.'

Who am I kidding?

Fuck Iris Jean!

Fuck that. I don't need to crawl back to him just because I have nothing left.

I don't know and I don't even care anymore. I feel my eyelids getting heavy from all of the crying I've done.

"I-I need to go," I try to say, but it barely comes out.

"You're not going anywhere, you're coming with me."

"I'm fine, I can go by myself," I say lifting myself off of him finally.

"You were going to kill yourself. Why the fuck would I let you go anywhere?" he shouts.

"I wasn't actually going to do it," I mumble. "And you don't have to watch over me like I'm some fucking child," I begin to walk towards the staircase.

He rubs his fingers over his eyes repeatedly before looking up at me again, "I can't have anything happen to you. I'm just worried about you."

"Why," I whisper barely audibly, stopping my movement.

"Because. I wasn't okay when you left, I'm still not okay and neither are you," he blurts carelessly.

"I don't know what you expect me to say," I cross my arms.

"Nothing, just stay with me... please. I don't care if it's just for pity, I just want you to stay with me even if it's just for one night."

The night is already technically over and I already spent it with him so he can try again.

"No," I walk quickly down the steps.

"Where are you going?" he asks as he follows me.

"Away," I roll my eyes even though he can't see me.

"What do you mean?" he rushes out.

"I'm going away from you," I stop and yell slowly near his face.

He grabs my wrist quickly before I can start moving again.

"Where have you been staying?" he asks.

"It doesn't matter," I say venomously.

"Fucking tell me," he presses.

I smirk slyly. "Maybe with Nick, maybe with Tristan... or maybe with Jace," I shrug and try to turn around, but I'm yanked back.

Gage's nostrils flare, his tired eyes narrow to slits, and his grip on my tightens as I try to keep a neutral expression.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he spits.

"What?" I ask innocently, "Oh, about Nick and Tristan?"

"You know what you just said," he clenches his jaw tightly.

"Then why'd you ask me to repeat it?" I furrow my eyebrows as I roll my eyes once again. "And let go of me," I try to pry his hand away from my wrist, but it doesn't budge.

He ignores me as he raises a menacing eyebrow as if he doesn't believe that I'm doing this right now. A few seconds pass while be breathing becomes irregular.

"You've been hanging around that fucking dickhead?" Gage asks getting angry.

"Jace is nice," I defend calmly. "You have no fucking right to be angry."