My Love Is Never Ending(Chris "Motionless" Cerulli Love Story #4)

Chapter 16: This Heart That's Been Broken(TRIGGER WARNING, PLEASE BE CAREFUL<3)

~*Alexandria's P. O. V*~

I laid in my bed with my legs hanging off one side, staring at the ceiling, thinking. It had been a few days since prom. Sam has been acting so strange since, I really wonder what's gotten into him. Even when he was taking me home, he hardly spoke.

*FLASHBACK*

I had finally got my whole dress in the car when Sam got in on the driver's side and took a seat.

"This dress is so hard to get in the car," I laughed.

He rose his eyebrows and sighed before starting the car and backing out of the parking space. So much tension was in his jaguar, did I do something?

"Sam, are you okay?"

"Fine."

His answer was cold and harsh, it actually hurt a little knowing it came from Sam.

"You sure?"

"Yep," he said, his voice clearly showing in was a lie.

The whole ride to my house was uncomfortably silent. He finally pulled up and stopped.

"Thank you for taking me, I had a great time," I said as I turned to look at him.

"Yeah, no problem."

I kissed his cheek and said,"I love you."

He just nodded. What the hell? I got out of the car and shut the door right as he quickly sped off.

"Why was he acting like this?" I thought as I approached the door.

I stepped into the house, locked the door and went up to my room. Once inside, I immediately began to cry. What was wrong with Sam? It was clearly something. Maybe his parents divorce is still getting to him. I pulled off my dress and took off my shoes, replacing them with a big tee shirt and shorts. I crawled into my bed and sobbed into my pillow. What could be wrong with Sam?

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I sighed right as my phone buzzed next to me. I picked it up and read the screen. It was a text from Sam.

~*Chris' P. O. V*~

I was sitting at my desk with a notebook and a pen, trying to write a new song while Bleeding Through flared from my speakers. I couldn't think of anything to write which really surprised me because I usually don't have this issue. I groaned in irritation as my phone began playing Saturday Night by the Misfits, letting me know Alex was calling. I made that her ringtone after she and I danced to that song in my room. I accepted her call and answered,"Hey Alex."

"C-Chris," she sobbed.

I was instantly concerned.

"Alexandria, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"C-can you p-please come o-over?"

"I'll be there in ten," I said then ended the call.

I hurried down the stairs to the front door.

"I'm heading over to Alex's," I called out for someone to hear as I grabbed my car keys.

"Okay," my brother yelled back.

Quickly, I walked out the door, down the driveway to my car parked in the street. I got in, started the engine and took off.

I pounded on Alex's door a few times until it slowly creaked open a bit. Behind the slight crack was Alex. Her eyes were blood shot, her entire face was bright red and tears stained her cheeks.

"Alex, what's wrong?" I asked.

She fully opened the door and put her arms around me. I hugged her close to me as she cried against my shirt.