I Love Him, Not You...(A Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 32

~Connor’s POV~

“You better run now Sam,” I say

“Look I-”

“I don’t  want to fucking hear it!” I yell

He pushes past me and walks in. He seriously doesn’t understand how much danger he’s putting himself in.

“Connor I came to apologize, I’m sorry I hurt Cara.”

“And the babies. YOU killed them,” everytime I think about this, I want to kill him.

“Wait what? THe babies are dead?” More anger boiled inside me.

I push him against the wall.

“Yes! You fucking murdered them! And I want you dead! I want you out of our lives!” I yell in his face.

“Get the fuck off of me!” he yells, pushing me off of him.

I push him harder, then he lands a blow on my jaw.

I punch him straight in the nose, and almost instantaneously, it starts gushing with blood. I don’t stop there. I lunge at him and knock him to the ground.  I keep my pace as I punch him, enjoyment rushing through as he grunts in pain. Now he knows how Cara and I feel.

“STOP!” I jump at the sound of Cara’s voice.

“NO! I WON’T BE THE ONE TO BREAK UP O2L! I CAN’T BE GOD DAMMIT!” she yells.

I get off of Sam and walk to Cara.

“Babe-”

“I’m sorry Connor, I shouldn’t have come into your life.” she whispers, before running out the door.

I’m about to run after her, when Jc grabs my shoulder. When did he get here?

“Dude, let her cool down a bit.” he says.

~Cara’s POV~

Connor went downstairs to answer the door.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I think that was Sam.

I rush downstairs to see Connor beating the shit out of Sam. I did this to O2L. Sam is obviously not in it anymore. How dare I? O2L was my life, and I’m the one who broke them up.

“STOP!” I scream.

Connor turns his head, still seemingly surprised by my yelling.

“NO! I WON’T BE THE ONE TO BREAK UP O2L! I CAN’T BE GOD DAMMIT!” I shout.

Connor removes himself from Sam and walks up to me.

“Babe-”

“I’m sorry Connor, I shouldn’t have come into your life.” I whisper, before running out the door.

~

I’ve been walking around LA for hours, and I have made it to the pier at Sacramento Beach.

It’s 6pm, and the sun is setting and the wind is blowing. My phone buzzes again for the 36th time; 20 calls and 16 messages all from Connor. I ignore it and walk up to the dock. I feel so depressed. My babies are dead… I've been sexually harassed by multiple people…. And does Connor even love me? Or does he just pity me? Does love exist? Or is it just a figment of our imagination that tells us it’s love? I believed in love, but when my babies died, I felt empty. Would life be easier for everyone if I just died? I think so…

~Connor’s POV~

An hour after Cara left, Kian runs up to me in panic.

“Cara needs to come home NOW,” Kian says.

“Why, what’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.

“Jack and Kile were bailed out of jail, and they “swear they will get back what’s theirs”,” he said.

“Oh My Fucking Shit.”

~3 Hours Later~

I’ve been looking everywhere for Cara, and I’ve been calling her so many times. I’ve cried maybe 5 times now looking for her. When we search for her in Sacramento Beach, I swear the worst thing possible. Cara is falling into the water, the dangerous waters (only at night) where the waves are always hitting and rocks are hard as fuck.

“CARA!” I scream, running towards the dock.