Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Eleven

"Where the hell were you?"

"I was out,"

"Again?"

"It's only 5:40. I'm five minutes-"

"Too late."

I didn't know how to react. He was definitely right about us being broken. I never thought about it that way. I thought he was so wrapped up in sex and alcohol to even have a spare moment to think about us.

I still wondered what the fuck he was getting at. If he really thought we were broken why would he still treat me like a worthless piece of garbage?

"I want to leave now," I told Dan flatly, to which he nodded.

"Where are you going?" Lance asked and turned to look at me through his brown eyes.

I bit my lip and looked at Dan from across the table for help. "We're going home," he said.

Lance sighed and shook his head as he got out of the booth, "Whatever. I have to get going anyways."

"Lance I-" I started only to be cut off by his protest.

"Look, I know I've been horrible to you. Dan deserves you more than I do," He told me with a sad smile. "Just go home."

Unsure of what I should do I slid across the booth seat slowly and stood up. My eyes dancing between the two boys in front of me. This was my only chance to escape Lance and be with Dan forever. But somehow my heart sunk. I felt for Lance in that moment, more than I had in months.

"I'm coming home," I told Lance flatly.

Dan looked at me a bit shell shocked. His soft hair falling delicately over his face as he looked over at me, his eyes asked the questions he couldn't bring himself to ask. Not in front of Lance anyways.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I walked past him.

"Good. Let's go home. I need a drink," Lance chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist tightly, pulling me close.

In that moment I knew the mistake I was making, but it was too late to back out now. My eyes glued to Dan's as he gave me one more chance to ask for his assistance.

"You just sobered up," He added.

"Well I'm glad you noticed," Lance grinned with a nod.

I looked back at Dan standing helplessly behind us as Lance walked me out.

"I'm glad you're coming home with me," Lance told me with a smile as we reached his truck.

I sighed, guilt rushing over me with the wind as I thought about Dan standing in the coffee shop without us.

"I'm sorry," I told him emptily and pulled free of his grasp.

He watched in confusion as I turned away from him, running back in through the doors and into Dan's arms.

"I can't do it. I'm sorry," I cried into his shoulder, as I clung onto his black shirt.

Dan frowned and pressed a soft kiss to my head, "It's not your fault."

"Take me home. Before he comes back," I begged and snuggled my face into his shoulder.

"Too late," Lance growled and shook his head.