Matt’s POV:
The tears blurred my vision. All I saw were circles of light on the streets. I dried my eyes. Then it started to pour rain. I turned on the windshield wipers, but the rain was to strong, and coming down too fast. I started to swerve. I just hoped I wouldn’t hit anyone or anything.
The street was slippery.
Cars honking at me.
The loud noise of the rain hitting my windshield.
Delaney.
I hate myself right now.
I am the monster she feared.
I can’t go back to her.
She hates me.
I quickly pulled into a parking lot. I punched the steering wheel and cried. I stepped out into the pouring rain, and went inside the building. There was a familiar strong scent of cigarettes and alcohol. The room was cloudy and the lights were dim. I could barely make out the silhouette of a person at the pool table. I sat down at the bar, and asked for two shots of the strong stuff. The bar tender served me and I drank them. I had flashbacks of my drunken days, my alcoholic days. Before Delaney, I was an alcoholic. A drunk. A wine-o. Long story short if it had alcohol it was mine. But when I was drunk, I became violent. I had countless bar fights, and two previous relationships that ended with me holding a fist to their face.
I never told this to Delaney, but my uncle was an alcoholic. I was only 10 when he started to beat me and verbally abuse me. He would babysit me at times and he’d be drunk, he used to just punch me for no reason. I didn’t understand. I thought he hated me. This went on for about 2 years. He died from a kidney disease. I started to drink and follow in the footsteps of my uncle, only months after. My alcoholism, ended the day I let Delaney stay with me.
She made me happy when nothing else could.
I remembered that there was some good to life.
She always told me she loved me, and showed me she did.
There was something about her that never got old.
I loved being with her.
When she was out of my reach I was lost, confused, angry and hated life.
Without her I felt worthless.
I was empty.
And in that moment I realized.
“She saved me.”
I stood up and stormed out of the bar, and into my car. I drove home and tried to sleep. Instead I stayed awake, remembering our good times together.
Delaney’s POV:
In his eyes I saw anger, frustration, and rage. The same emotions that were in my dad when he would beat my mother. Or the same in the eyes of my ex boyfriend when he almost killed me.
Well now I have nothing.
I’m worthless.
I killed my baby. I ruined everything for the ones I love. When I try to help, I only make things worse. No one even cares anyway. My family is gone. Matt is gone. My baby is gone. Love is gone. All my hope is gone as well.
I can’t seem to please anyone, not even myself.
I continue to walk in the pouring rain. Searching for answers.
There was none.
I was back at Matt’s house. Not to see him though, to see my baby. I step closer to those beautiful purple flowers.
“Hey sweetheart.” I sat right infront of them. “I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll get to see you again, soon. Maybe I’ll get to see grow, and walk, and smile. Tell grandma I miss her, and i’ll see you both soon.” I dropped my bag of things on the grass and took of my sweater.
I ran.
Where to?
God only knows.
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He Saved Me. (COMPLETE)
FanficAlone. Hopeless. Depressed. Homeless. 18 year old Delaney is all of these things. She has had a horrible child hood, and caused her to be afraid. She sits on the sidewalk of a street and beg for.money, sometimes she plays the guitar. Will she ever b...