we made a huge mistake that night.
after everybody finally left the lancasters' house, braxton, ginger and i decided to go on a drive. the drive was going pretty smoothly, braxton was good under pressure.
or at least, i thought he was.
i was sitting in the passenger's seat, and ginger was in the back seat.
our windows were down, and i felt awfully peaceful. it was almost creepy, how peaceful i felt. usually, car rides really triggered my nausea, but i seemed to be fine.
in the moment, i couldn't figure out what made braxton freak out, but... when everything came crashing down, things started to make sense.
we were in holden's car.
braxton was driving holden's fucking car.
the playlist that was playing softly in the background sounded awfully familiar.
braxton was playing holden's favorite playlist.
i was terrified. i looked back at ginger, to see if she was as concerned as i was.
she was.
when the song transitioned from desperado to lost it to trying, i knew that we were too late.
ginger tightened her seatbelt, and made eye contact with braxton from the rear view mirror. "please, brax. don't do it, just... please... we can all figure this out."
i could feel an ache in my chest. i was frozen, i couldn't make any words come out.
ginger was sobbing at this point. "please, don't do this. i can't lose anybody else, please. at least think about masen... she's pregnant..."
braxton wasn't himself. when he looked at me, i noticed that his eyes had darkened. he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"b-braxton. put your seatbelt back on, please...."
he turned up the volume of the song, before making a fucking u-turn on the freeway. he was going a hundred miles per hour, in the wrong direction.
i saw headlights. i felt an intense amount of pain.
the last thing i heard, was a loud scream. it was coming for ginger.
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE, BRAXTON. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US? TO YOURSELF?"
i saw the lights again, and then i saw nothing.
absolutely nothing.
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a/n: don't kill me pls, i promise that everything will even itself out, okay?
