Please Don't Leave Me Behind Again (Completed)

Chapter Forty-Seven

I just realized my story spans all of a little over three weeks. A lot has happened in three weeks. So to clarify setting purposes, in case anyone is confused, it is now Sunday and the second week of school is about to start.

Anyways! Thank you for all your thoughts and comments. I want to respond to some of you so badly but then that means spoilers and while I love reading spoilers, I won't ruin it for you. Enjoy the chapter and a couple of answers to some of your questions. Let me know what you think!

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**| Sang's POV |**

I heard someone mention we were at Dr. Sean's house but that was all I knew. My mind was too consumed with thoughts of Luke and Ghost. Of what just happened because of me. What Luke went through because of me.

My mind kept conjuring up the tattoo on Ghost's arm, choosing that to focus on as the scene of him choking Luke kept playing over and over in my head. I was numb, refusing to think about what it meant to see that tattoo, to have seen Ghost.

I just...couldn't.

We all have that breaking point, right? If I finished making all the connections my thoughts were currently trying to string together, I would come to a conclusion that had the possibility of shattering me.

"What's wrong with her? She isn't responding to anyone?"

"She's in shock."

I tightened my grip on my knees and tucked my head deeper into my legs, hoping to curl within myself until I was nothing but a small ball of existence.

"Fuck," someone swore.

Gabriel. He always knew the right things to say. Luke was hurt because of me. It was all my fault. Everything. If I knew how to swear and what to say, I'm sure I could become even more creative than Gabriel right now.

These amazing, smart, handsome boys were in danger because of me.

Luke was hurt because of me.

I couldn't do anything. I really was weak and useless. Why would anyone care about me when all I did was bring danger with me everywhere I went? Diane was right. I was useless. A burden.

The proof was currently in the other room, getting checked over. Luke was nearly killed because of me. Because Ghost wanted to screw with me, make me suffer, break me.

A hand lifted my face up and a thumb wiped a tear from my face.

"I don't like this." Someone pulled me into their chest and the scent of jasmine and vanilla washed over me. "Fuck, Sang, please. Please come back to us. We need you. Luke needs you. Please come back." He nuzzled my neck as he pleaded with a broken voice. "Please, please, please," he begged.

My chest tightened and something in me snapped.

I cried.

And babbled on and on about incoherent things, trying to tell them it was all my fault. Ghost was here for me and he will continue to hurt them to break me. They needed to get away from me. Far far away.

At least that's what I tried to say.

Hands pulled on my shoulders and suddenly I was surrounded by Luke's scent. He was back from being checked out by Dr. Sean.

"Cupcake, I'm okay," he said in a hoarse voice as I clung onto him, burying my face into his neck as I cried. I needed to feel him, feel his heart beating against my chest, his skin warm to the touch, his breath against me as his chest moved up and down. "I'm okay." He rubbed my back.