Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 62

Intense chapter, huh? I can agree haha. Do you guys want me to do a few POVs from Blake or just keep them on Denny? I won't do it until I get your permissions.

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I felt a cold ice pack on my forehead, just laying there. I kept my eyes closed, until I couldn't take the freezing cold feeling on my head. I opened my eyes and sat up, the ice pack falling onto my lap. Erica was looking at me with a sympathetic look.

"You're awake." She looked so sorry and sad. She actually hugged me. I hugged her back. "Your parents were so worried, and so was Kristina. They know about everything." She explained. 

"What happened?" I asked her, desperately wanting to know.

"Oh," Her eyes read shock, "Um...you and Blake got into it and-"

"I already know." I told her sadly. "I meant...what happened after he punched Elaine in the face?"

"You...saw Elaine's Blood and passed out." Erica frowned while she explained, and then picked the ice pack up from my lap and pressed it against my forehead. I wanted to push it away, but I was too shocked to resist. "It's terrible, Denny. I mean...did you really go behind Blake's back?"

"No."

Wait, did I?

"I don't...think I did." I corrected myself. "I...don't know. I hate myself right now, though."

Erica sighed, "Don't. I have some disturbing news to tell you. Blake and Cloe were making-"

"Out in a closet. Yeah, I know." I quickly told her. I winced in pain as she pressed the ice pack more onto my forehead. "See, there was this picture and I confronted Blake about it. They were kissing all over each other."

"Do you still have it?"

"Blake threw it into the water down by the beach." I winced again and tried to get out of bed. I was surprised Erica wasn't telling me to lay down. In fact, she just watched me attempt to get out and stand right.

"A picture?" She asked me. "Who sent it to you? Whoever did, you owe one."

"Why?" I still felt a little weak while I stood.

"Because, I don't think you would've ever found out about Blake. To be honest, I didn't think I was going to ever tell you. When I was trying to find you at the party, Blake gave me this look, like he was pleading for me not to tell. There was some truth in his eyes, but I...I knew there wasn't. I mean, he was kissing her in a closet. Her shirt was undone and his jeans were unzipped and their hair was messy. It was enough proof, right?"

I just stared at her for a little while. Instead of responding, I breathed out a tired sigh and turned around, walking slowly towards the room door, "Where's Elaine? Is he okay?"

"Yeah. He just left, actually. And...Blake isn't here." She stood beside me and had her hand on my back, as if she were going to guide me just in case I randomly fall out again. But you see, I'm fine. I'm more than fine now. I feel great, just a little weak. All that was left in me now was leftover anger and hurt and somehow curiosity and worry. I remember Blake telling me how he didn't care about me anymore, and I remember Elaine's blood. Knowing my strange rage towards blood, it was probably the reason I fainted. That, and well, I couldn't take Blake's criticism well. The anger in his eyes, I could practically see fire flames in them! He was so angry and mad and pissed off at me. How did I remember? I just had to remember how angry he was. My legs went wobbly at the mentioning of it, and Erica caught me by the arm. "Denny! Be careful!"