Living In MyStreet; Lover's Lane!? (MS Boys X Reader)

Chapter 7: Betrayals, Deaths, and Moving

Warning: may be some violent scenes that may not suit some audience members. No extreme language but some minor language.

You have been warned. Read at your own risk.

Also, play the song above whenever. (If it even shows up)

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I fell to my knees, and soon on the opposite side of my side with sparkling glass shards, crying and screaming in pain. I could hear sirens outside, a bottle smashing on the floor, worried parents and a friend, my dog barking, and a stressed out backstabber.

I felt my side, my shirt stained in red. It was warm, almost soothing. I lifted my shirt with as much effort I could trying to make sure the situation didn't get any worse. I held my side, the sharp glass shards stinging my hand. When I pulled away, my shirt wasn't the only thing stained in red.

My hand, painted a warm crimson colour, reminded me of the many red items I had. I glared at my hand, tears pouring out of my eyes. As I stared at my hand, tears streaking down my face, I glanced up once to see the police taking the person I had once known, loved, and trusted with my life.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled, before leaving the scene of the crime.

Of all the things to say to me, it was 'Sorry'!? He thinks that of all the emotional and physical torment he put me through, could be repayed with a single apology!? With my eyes blinded with rage and pain, I wasn't aware that my parents were freaking out as I was carried away in a stretcher. I blacked out the minute they closed the ambulance doors.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

The sound of beeping echoed through my ears and mind as I layed comfortably amongst the hospital bed. I wasn't awake, but wasn't asleep either. Something was keeping me awake, only slightly, preventing me from drifting into a coma. How would I drift into a coma? I don't know the freaking process. All I care about is that the person that I thought I could TRUST would've KILLED me...

Aside from the beeping, I asked myself the same question in my mind, that haunted me since the day that he acted that way.

Why? Why? WHY!? WHY DO THIS NOW!? I thought... I thought I could TRUST him...

As much as I wanted to believe he cared, all those good years, when really he hated me. Just like any other person who I once trusted and they did horrible deeds behind my back.

"She's going to be fine,
Ms. L/N. Please, calm yourself."

"Oh thank God! Oh my poor, sweet baby..."

"We're going to need to keep her in the hospital for a few days to ensure her recovery goes well."

"...yes. I understand."

Years later after that incident, I've learned to lock my feelings away from anyone, aside from my family and best friends. I never want that to happen again. Until, my best friend ended up doing suicide due to depression.

"No!" I heard her cry on the phone. "No! No! I can't go back! I won't! You can't make me!"

"But Ally! Please, you're my only friend! I can't lose you!"

"I don't care Y/N! Nobody cares anyway. They all know I'm in the class for special kids. And They make fun of me for it! I WON'T STAND FOR IT ANYMORE Y/N! I... I can't. I'm sorry."

On the end of the line, all I heard was a bang. My eyes stung with tears, soon streaming down my face. I screamed as loud as I could and collapsed on my bed. Where did she get a gun anyway? I sobbed that night away, slowly but surely losing hope in humanity.

A few more years pass after that, and I finally had been able to move put of my old house, with both good and horrible memories intact. I cried that I was leaving, but in my head I knew that it was better than growing up and being a pain in my parent's side. Once I unlocked my chains on this house, my parents and I looked at the computer trying to find a place. Until my mom picked "Lover's Lane".

"Y/N! You can finally stop being concealed! Maybe you can find a special someone? Hm?" She starts nudging me with her elbow. I glared at her, but only to roll my eyes.

"Mom. It's just a name. I doubt that I'm going to find someone I can trust and love. Especially since... Yeah. So just... No. Mom, no."

She looked at me sadly. It aggravated me to see her do those puppy dog eyes. I bared my teeth in anger and disappointment that I was about to say words to comfort her, to be honest, she does this every time and I hate it.

"FINE! IF YOU STOP DOING THOSE FRICKING PUPPY DOG EYES I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO." It came out a little more aggressive then I meant to, but I was sick and tired of her getting what she wants by doing that darn look. The minute I said that, her eyes lit up like the fourth of July. Uggggghhhhhh what did I do?

A few weeks after packing I realized that I'm probably not going to bring any of my childhood stuff, aside from my stuffed animal I had as a baby. I picked it up and hugged it, causing a wave of relief and relaxation over me. I put it into my coat pocket and brought my main necessities; toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, blankets, some clothes, stuffed animal, brush, make-up kit because why not? And a couple of other items that were handed over to me by Ally. Man, I miss her so much. But I have to stay strong... For her sake. I pick up the small boxes one by one and move them into my car.

"Well, bye mom, dad, Collen." I hugged each of them before entering my car. I could hear my mom shouting at me to find a boyfriend and I sigh. I was driving away from the place I called home to an unknown area.

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"Y/N!"

Huh? Who's calling me?