Wanting the Bad Boy [completed]

Chapter 36: If Today Was Your Last Day

Chapter 36: If Today Was Your Last Day

Alex's POV

I stormed up the steps with Colbie following close behind me. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. My blood was filled with rage. "That was definitely him," Colbie said. "And that's how I remembered her from when I knew her," she added in.

I knew she felt awkward about my state. She didn't know what to say. She was rambling. Just saying what she was thinking.

"Alex, we'll find her again," she said in a small voice.

We stepped out into the light and I spun around, stopping her from going any further. "No Colbie, it's over. She's gone!" I yelled.

Everyone around was staring again. I was attracting so much attention to us. I turned back to Colbie and looked down at her. She looked worried. The last time I had yelled at her was when I told her to leave me alone. I hadn't raised my voice at her in a long while.

She stepped back and looked me in the eyes. I reached my hand out to grab hers, but she brushed past me and started walking toward the street. "Colbie," I said chasing after her.

She crossed her arms over her chest so I couldn't get at her hands. "Colbie," I said catching up to her and grabbing her arm as she stepped toward the sidewalk. I spun her around so she was facing me. She wouldn't look at me. "Colbie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice." I let go of her arms and she looked up at me. "I just don't know what to feel right now. I'm all over the place. I'm happy because it's her. It's really her. I'm sad because she's gone again." I ran my hand through my hair and tugged at it a little. "Most of all, I'm angry. I'm angry that he has her. I'm angry that my parents lied to me about her." I paused and dropped my head. "I'm angry that I couldn't get to her. I'm angry that I couldn't help her."

Colbie stepped toward me and wrapped her arms around my torso and rested her head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kept her close. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

She didn't say anything, but the exhale of her hot breath against my shirt that sent shivers down my spine told me it was okay.

I took her hand in mine and stayed close to her as we walked back to the car silently. I wasn't ready to talk. The anger I was feeling would boil up again and Colbie respected that I wasn't ready yet.

The car ride home was quiet. The music was off. The windows were up. I looked straight ahead the whole time. Colbie looked out the window and occasionally looked my way. I drove faster than I should have. I could see that Colbie was feeling a little uneasy, so I slowed down. If she hadn't been in the car, there wouldn't have been anything keeping me from reaching 100 mph.

It only took us 20 minutes to get back. I pulled into Colbie's driveway and put my truck in park. She sat there for a while and just waited for me to say something. I didn't know what to say. I was just feeling so many things. My thoughts were too loud.

"It's not your fault," she said softly.

I knew she was right, but a part of me felt responsible. A part of me knew that I could have tried harder. I could have gotten to her. I could have helped her. I just felt pathetic and worthless, like my parents had said.

My thoughts changed. My emotions were spiked. I was angry. I was fuming. I looked away from Colbie. I knew I would yell at her if I tried to say too much. "Colbie, please go inside," I said with a deep voice. It was almost painful to spit it out so calmly.

Colbie opened her door, but before getting out she reached for my hand that was resting on the steering wheel and she said, "Please call me later."