My 2nd Life with O2L (Kian Lawley)

Ch 8 Whats going on?

Chapter song: To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

" I'll drive you home" Kian announced taking my keys.

I got up looking back at Jc, Sam, and Connor as they all shrugged

What is going on with Kian?

Kian started to drive. He opened up his phone shuffling through some messages before stopping and handing me his phone focusing on the wheel.

Messages:

Kate: let her go or bad thing are going to happen kian. say your goodbyes now, it'll be easier.

There was a picture attached, it was of my coming out of my house.

I looked back up at Kian and I could see his tears reflecting the car lights.

"Kian I don't give a shit about what she says, she's not tearing us apart."

"I'm going to find her and beat the living shit out of her till she can't move anything but her lips to apologize"

He smiled slightly before another tear rolled down his cheek.

He got to my house and I turned to kiss him goodbye but he turned away, giving me his cheek.

I hung my head down low and stepped out of the car my eyes watering.

"Kylee..."

"No no I'm sorry it was my fault" I said pursing my lips.

I'm not really sure why I did that. I probably just ruined our friendship.

Running to my door I fiddled with my keys searching for my house key.

I barged through the door slamming it behind me not even bothering to care that I was alone again.

My phone chimed signaling I had a text, but it was from a private number.

I wouldn't check twitter if I was you, but maybe you should because no one even cares that you breathe.

I opened twitter seeing that I had 47 DMs from people I didn't even know.

@dannyp: how much for a good night?

@kittykate: wondering? I told everyone your a dirty sick whore.

@zachattacksdatass: nudes?

And 44 other disgusting tweets.

Another popped up from Kate.

@kittykate: don't even try to talk to Kian. He believes it too.

I quickly tossed my phone to the floor as I started to hyperventilate. I threw my palms onto the forehead breathing fast as my head throbbed and tears clouded my vision.

Pacing my room I tried to slow my breathing but it wasn't working. I continued to sob and sob, becoming overwhelmed with the amount of stress I have uncovered.

Dropping to the carpet I reached for my phone texting Jc.

Kylee: help me

Jc: Kylee stop. Kate told us.

I cried harder.

Kylee: Jc please it's not true.

Jc: whatever I don't care kylee I have to go.

Then and there is when I broke.

I threw open my closet grabbing a stool, standing on it to grab a thick brown belt from my shelf. Forming it into a noose, I wrapped it around the shelf support.

I texted Jc one last time.

Kylee: Tell Kian I'm sorry.

Jc: what?

Jc: kylee?

Jc: I'm coming over

I kicked the stool out from underneath me and one last tear slipped from my eye before I blacked out.