Thank You For Saving Me // Stauren

chapter sixty four

Steven's P.O.V

Hours. It took hours. It was still taking hours. Hours of walking, hours of searching. Nothing was coming to a stop.

I glanced down at my phone to read 1:04 am, which made me rub my tired eyes and unlock the phone to call Lauren again.

No answer.

I then looked at my phone once more to see the amount of times I've tried to contact her, an automatic tear in my heart when I see the figures.

141 calls. No answer.

298 texts. No answer.

54 voicemails. No answer.

I sighed and tried to call her one more time, leaving a voicemail as soon as it stops ringing.

"Lauren, please. I've been searching for hours. I need you to come back home, we need you. I need-" I started, soon getting cut off.

"Sorry, this person's voicemail is full."

I yelled a profanity and threw my phone against the floor, hearing the glass smash. It soon started ringing and I picked it up immediately.

"Lauren??"

"No, Emily. Did you read the contact?" Emily sighed.

"Sorry... phones smashed. Couldn't read it. What's up?" I said duller than usual, still roaming the dark streets.

"So, um, I was asking around, and someone said they saw a girl on the highway bridge, you know the busy one with like, four lanes of cars?" She spoke, worry filling every word as she stuttered.

"Yes..." I say, wanting her to get to the point.

"Well, that girl apparently has short, brown hair, no coat, and was clearly dazed..." She said slowly, as if she wanted me to understand that it was her.

But I already knew.

I ended the call almost immediately and started sprinting as fast as my legs would take me until I got near the bridge.

And there she was.

But I was afraid I'd scare her off if I shouted her name, so I kept quiet, but slowly made my way to her.

She was just standing there. Staring into the road, like she wanted to join them. The thousands of tears rushing down the side of her face like a waterfall, not stopping when she closed her eyes.

As soon as I was close to her, I reached a hand out but didn't touch her, just in case.

"Lauren." I said fairly loudly, the amount of cars rushing by zoning my voice out.

"Don't... don't come near me!" She shouted, louder than me, still staring into the road, not taking her eyes of the white and red lights that looked like rubies and diamonds.

"Lauren, it's okay! It's me! Okay?" I shouted back stepping closer, only making her step away, but also forward. Nearer to the cars. "Lauren-"

"You could've prevented it!! You could've prevented all of this! And now you're trying to fix it. Trying to fix a problem that you made! And how's that working for you?! Very well? Or not?" She took a breath, calming herself, "we didn't have to go there! You said "it'll be fine" or "we'll have fun" well is this fun to you?! Because it's not exactly making me fuckin' roll on the floor in fits of laughter!"

"Lauren..."

"Is this a game to you?" She spoke, now in a soft manor.

"What? no of course n-"

"Then why do you think that you can fuck up, be a complete ass then think that we're fine again?" She didn't look at me. Nor did she shout. She just stepped closer.

"I know, I know and I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen honest!" I shouted, tears pricking my eyes as I tried to blink them back.

"You never do..." she sniffled, "you know I remember... I remember when you didn't come home."

"What?" I asked, not understanding  a word she was saying.

*flashback* [a/n: long time no see flashbacks]

Here I sit. In a bar, drinking away my sorrows. I didn't want it to be happening, so I tried to forget it existed.

The burning sensation went down my throats once more as I took yet another shot of vodka. Then for millionth time tonight, I order yet another beer.

"Rough day huh?" A man beside me asked, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Could say that." I muttered, drinking nearly half of my beer.

"Wife?" He asked, looking down at his drink.

"Girlfriend." I replied in a mutter yet again.

"Ah, young love. What, you two break up or somethin'?" He turned to look at me, becoming intrigued in my life.

"No... but I feel it might come to that. Why are girls so complicated? I don't get it! One minute they're happy, the next they're depressed as fuck! How am I supposed to help her? She won't even talk to me!" I let go, slamming my fist on the bar when I'm done.

"Well at least you didn't marry her first. Word of advice for ya' kid, don't marry anyone, unless you're positive it will last. Trust me. I made that mistake." He muttered then called for another whiskey, "how old are you anyway?"

"Twenty seven.." I rubbed my face, slowly realising what I was doing.

"And this girl... you got kids? Me and my girlfriend did, it's why we got married."

"Yes... two newborns. They're not very well." I muttered, as it was a sensitive topic. Lots of muttering.

"Yeah... nope. I don't think you two will fall apart. Trauma is a bitch. As soon as it leaves you'll be fine."

"You think?"

"I know."

The rest of the night was a journey, trying to get back to the apartment and sneak in without anyone hearing. But of course, it wouldn't work.

"What the fuck." Emily almost shouted, reminding herself that Lauren was asleep.

"Oops." I whispered, trying to make my way down the hall, until she stepped in front of me.

"No fucking way. Sofa." She spat, pushing me back and onto the sofa, throwing a blanket at me before storming off.

*end of flash back*

"Emily said a guy came 'round the next day, said you dropped your wallet. And he told her everything." She mumbled, almost stepping in front of a car.

"Lauren... please... I'm sorry I was drunk..." I stared to cry, not able to hold it in.

"Exactly! You were drunk! So how... how can I trust you?!" She bellowed, soon becoming light headed as the tears blurred her vision, "Y-you... don't understand. And you... you won't..." She stuttered, looking at me briefly before attempting to walk away.

But she didn't look.

"Lauren!!" I jumped in, attempting to get her out of the way.

A/N:

...don't hate me

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