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Overdose

Chapter 35: Overdose

Sebastian's POV

My heart was in my throat as I knocked on the door. I wasn't sure if I would be going home alive.

Luckily or unluckily for me her mom answers the door.

"Sebastian," she said evenly. "Hello."

"Hi Mrs.Woods," I tried my best to maintain eye contact with her.

"How are you?"

"I'm doing fine."

"I assume you're here to talk to my daughter?" She raised her eyebrows.

"If you would allow me ma'm."

"Well if it were my husband you'd be dead already. But it's not so come on in," she opened the door wider and I cautiously stepped inside, glancing around for her dad.

"He's out," she supplied. "You can go on up to her room."

"Thank you," I started up the stairs when she stopped me.

"And Sebastian? If you ever hurt my daughter again I'll kill you myself."

I gulped but nodded. Her room door was slightly ajar and I peeked in.

Her eyes were red and it honestly looked like she hadn't combed her hair at all. Her lips were chapped and she licked them while scrolling through her phone. She pulled the blanket up to cover herself more. There was no shine in her eyes or smile on her face. She just looked dull.

I did that to her. I hurt her and it was killing me inside.

"Are you gonna go inside or continue standing there like a creep outside my sisters door?" I looked down and her brother was frowning up at me.

"Ummm I'm gonna go inside..."

"She's sad because of you you know."

"I know. But I want to fix things so she's not sad anymore."

"You better," he glared at me. "Or I'll shoot you with my nerf gun."

Alright so her whole family hated me then.

He shot me one last look before marching off. I gathered whatever courage I had left and pushed her door open.

"Daniel I love you but for the thousandth time I told you to leave me-" she looked up.

Her phone slipped out of her hand.

"What're you doing here?" She whispered horrified.

"Your mom let me in."

"She can't be trusted," I heard her mumble. Then she looked away from me. "I don't want you here. Go away."

"I can't leave Cheyenne. Not until you listen to me."

"I don't want to listen! Just go!"

"Well you're going to listen anyway," I stepped closer to the bed. She scooted further back.

"Why should I? So you can lie to me some more?"

"No so I can explain."

"Explain what! You pushed me away. You broke up with me! You cheated! You lied! Not me! You!"

"I know that!" I yelled. "I know and I'm sorry! There's not a day that goes by that I don't wish I could take it all back. But I can't Cheyenne. All I can do is try to fix things."