After sitting in my car crying for about 5 to 10 minutes my hand opened the door and my feet listened to my mind an guided my to Trevor's door. Seconds after knocking Trevor appeared in plaid pajama pants and a oversized Beatles t-shirt.
"Come up to my room and we can talk." Trevor said. His eyes have already told me that they have seen my red puffy eyes and dilated pupils.
We walked up his grand stair case and down the hall to his bedroom in silence. He creaked the door opened and led me inside. Trevor sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him, his actions telling me to tell him my problems.
"I think Connor is going to break up with me." I cried into my hands.
"Why? What'd he say?"
"He said that he wasn't sure about us anymore."
"Do you know why he said that?"
"Well earlier in the day his dad told him that he killed Connors mother." My tears came faster at the thought of Connor being mother-less because of his selfish, asshole of a father.
"W-What?" Trevor choked at my honesty.
My sobs were taking over my body so my head spoke for me. Nodding in a stead pace, unlike my breathing.
"That's horrible Lyd." He said wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
"It'll be alright Lydia. He would be a mess if he left you, you know that."
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Connor's POV-
I carried my limp and nearly lifeless body to the bed. Sleep has to help this.
Not like Lydia would. She would be here right now if you wouldn't have said that shit.
She loves you. You love her. What's wrong with that?
She gonna leave your sorry ass in the dust any day now.
Enjoy what you can of your love-less relationship.
"Stop!" I shouted tugging at my ruffled hair. My mind was taking over and the only way to make it stop, is to drink. Before I can move, my body does by itself. By the time I regain power of my limbs, I already have the bottle of whiskey in one hand and a glass in the other. I pour myself a full glass and take a huge gulp, immediately regretting it. The liquor burns my throat. It feels like I swallowed fire, not a mouthful of Jack. My mouth goes back for more. And more again. When I finally finish, I can barely stand. I drank 3 quarters of the bottle, leavening at least 2 shots left.
What the hell? I might as well drink it. I've already fucked my relationship, what else could possibly go wrong? I take the 2 shots worth of alcohol in one swing. It no longer burns, it actually is soothing.
"Lydia baby, I'm sorry." I call through the house in a slur.
"Lydia!" I shout once more.
"Oh yeah! She left. Cause I'm dumb as fuck. Cause I told her shit I didn't mean. Cause I'm a jerk."
Go get her. You're not that drunk. You've drunk more before and have driven. Go for it!
I grab my keys from the table by the front door and stumble out to my car. My engine comes to life in seconds and I speed from the house onto the road.
"Boy do these people like their horns." I slur to myself.
I turn up the radio and sing along to it.
"It's tooooo cold for youuuuu here, put your handssss inn the hooooooles of my sweater." As I sang, a SUV came out of nowhere I front of me. Seconds later, I was laying on the top of my car, blood gushing from my head while people screamed. I felt sorta sleepy, so I closed my eyes.
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Not such a frantastic life
RomanceLydia Rose meets Connor Franta at a party of her ex's. Connor seems like a sweet, caring, boy, but he has a hard, crucial past. His dad is a abusive drunk and his mother is a angel that happens to be buried 6ft under. Connor is a sweetheart, when h...
