The Story Of Us

The Story Of Us | Chapter Twelve

The next few weeks were heaven. Aston and I's relationship was stronger than ever, we spent almost every second with each other, and when we weren't together, I was either spending time with Ver and Carson or Casey.

Things at home got a lot better, James was finally old enough to start helping me around the house. But it didn't always happen as much as it should. My dad and I came to an understanding about Casey, I wasn't going to take her away from him. She was his daughter, and I doubt he's getting another. He realised he missed his chance to have the father-daughter bond with me and decided to make up for it with Casey.

She was happier than ever, and so I was I.

But don't all good things come to an end? Unfortunately, yes. I was dreading the time when the bad started to happen, I knew it was going to happen, but I just didn't want it to. When do things ever go my way, though?

I shook away my heavy thoughts and sighed, looking out of the window as Ver drove us all home. It was really convenient that all of us lived in the same area, everything was easier.

"What's wrong?" Aston asked, his head on my shoulder.

"Somethings gonna happen. Bad." I muttered tiredly.

"How do you know?" He asked, closing his eyes.

"All good things come to an end. Especially with me." I said, just before tiredness overwhelmed me into sleep.

I knew it was a dream, but who's to say it won't happen?

I walked over to Ver's house quickly, ignoring the disgusting moans, that were probably coming from her brothers room and pushed open the door to her room.

I immediately dropped to my knees and stared blankly at the floor.

I was never going to be able to forget this.

My best friend, and my boyfriend. The ultimate betrayal.

I woke up, instantly in loud sobs. I was in my bed, tangled in the sheets with my hair stuck to my sweaty face and neck.

Just don't think about it. They would never, I...

I sighed and tried shaking the thought away, but it stayed. Day after day. I didn't talk to anyone because I was too afraid to voice my thoughts.

Veronica was beautiful, she had the most perfect body. Who would want her? I couldn't say the same for myself. Especially now that I couldn't even look in the mirror, I was disgusted with myself. And I couldn't figure out if I could trust them or not. There was something wrong with me.

"Penelope! Please. Just fucking talk. What's wrong?" Aston yelled, shaking my shoulders, pushing away my thoughts.

I cried, my chin wobbling with the sobs racking out of my body. He took me up in his arms and rocked us back and forth. "Just tell me what's wrong, so I can fix it." He said, a tear dropping from his eye.

"The other n-night... I had a dream and--I--" I shook my head and pushed my words away, feeling too stupid to say anything.

"Penelope. Please, just tell me."

"It's stupid and I feel like you'll hate me because you'd think I don't trust you. I do, I really do. But it's me, really. I just can't, Aston." I cried, my eyes were raw around the edges from crying so much.

"Tell me. And I could never hate you, Penelope. You know that." I clenched my eyes  shut and nodded. Spelling everything to him.

"Really Penelope? That's what you were worried about. I can tell you why you had that dream; you were so racked up about something bad happening, that your mind made something up. You were so set that something was going to happen and make the world end. But let me tell you something... I-I love you, Penelope King. I really do." He said nervously. "And I'd never do anything like that, to anyone." He added, hugging me. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes.