Damien's POV
He just walked away..
Because he doesn't love you
Yes he does..I just, broke my promise to him..
You keep telling yourself that, but if he really loved you; he would've stayed
Ugh
Hmm I have an idea
Oh no..
Oh yes
I started walking down the street, following a familiar path. It felt like my body was being force to go because man, did I not want to go.
15 minutes later
After walking for a bit I stop in front of someone's house, I shouldn't even be at. Who's house? Ryder Blake's. Yeah, what the hell am I doing..?
Before I knew it, I was at his front door; knocking. Someone save me. The door flew open and there stood Ryder, with a smirk on his face.
"Do you want to come in or what?" He says after a while
No..
"Yeah sure.."
What is wrong with me? Why am I doing this?
I walk into the familiar house, that still has the beige walls, wooden floors, and rustic furniture. The only thing different was the pictures on the walls, that once were covered in photos; of when Ryder and his brother and sister were younger. But now they are covered in newer photos, of them when they're older excluding his brother who is at some fancy University.
I sit down on the couch and Ryder sits down beside me, and he scoots a little closer to me. He then picks up a glass, and a bottle of alcohol.
"Want some?"
I've never had a drink in my life, neither did my dad he was alcohol free all his...short...life according to my grandmother, and my mom. Ugh, why am I thinking of my dad now!
I take in a shaky breath.
"S-Sure"
Heh..heh.. what the hell am I doing?
He pours a drink into the glass, and passes it to me.
I take the glass from him, and I put the top of the glass against my lips. I tip it up and let the toxic liquid into my mouth, it tastes bitter and I almost spit it out and start coughing.
"Haha oh my god, just drink the hole thing it will get better!" He continues to laugh at me
I drink the rest of the glass, and set it down on the coffee table. Ryder fills the glass up again.
"Dude once you start, you don't stop"
Timeskip 20 minutes later
6 drinks later I'm pretty much drunk, since my tolerance level is low so yeah..
Ryder scoots even closer, so that our thighs are touching.
"Do you know how much I miss you.."
He leans in closer.
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Shattered Glass✔️
Teen FictionOkay I get that this is the finished one, you may read it yes. But please read the rewrite as well. You'll get a better story line out of it!
