Why She Stayed (xxxtentacion)

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I took a deep breath as we entered the club. 

Scar took me by the hand and led me to the corner where in just a few moments the stage would be immersed in the presence of X. I realized something for the first time since I've known X, this would be the first time that I would see X perform live. 

My first time...and last. 

I had made up my mind that morning at his place. 

We weren't good anymore, instead pain is what was left of us. Being together only hurt X and it would kill me to become one of those reasons that he wanted to end his life. Because reckless is what he had become. 

He always fought, drank til he lost conscious of reality and even his dreams were invaded by what haunted me. And I realized that what haunted X was me. I was the one person who managed to make him feel all different kinds of pain in a matter of seconds. 

And if hate is what he wanted me to feel than I rather reciprocate the feeling. I rather him hate me for the rest of his life rather than I. 

Which is why today would change everything. 

Today I'd made up my mind to end it. 

"Do you want something love?" Scar asks. 

I shake my head, no. "I'm fine." I mutter. 

He stares at me a second longer before turning to leave. That's when I catch his hand and he turns around. "Actually, get me something strong." I say. 

He raised his eyebrows in response and smiled before heading over to the bar. 

I stayed in the back waiting for him and looked around the area, other than a bunch of girls dancing along with guys there was nothing strange about today. That was until a pair of eyes caught my attention. A guy with his crew stuck behind him was watching me from a distance. 

I tried averting my gaze elsewhere but something about the way he moved...the way he asserted himself. I came to see how girls were quick to move out his way and how guys kept there distance and would avoid meeting his eyes. Yet here I was meeting his stare without any ounce of fear. 

Who was he? 

 Scar returned with some drinks in his hands and handed me one blocking my view of the guy. "You gonna be wild today?" He asks with a smirk on his face. 

I nudge him on the ribs. "I can be fun." I joked. 

He scowls. "You used to be, now drink up or I'ma be pissed you made me waste my mula on this." 

I shake my head and tilt my head back as I chug the drink down. Scar stares at me wide eyed. "Okay dayum." He slings his arm over my shoulder pressing me closer to him. I take that as my chance to grab his drink from his hands. "Ey, whatcha doing?" 

Tilting my head back I chug his down too. Handing him back the empty glasses. "Get some more." I ask making sure to give him the look. I swear I could just blink at him and he would melt at the reaction. 

Shaking his head he does as I say. 

After a few drinks in my system since I lost count of how many I was drinking I was in the partying mood but I would constantly loose my footing that Scar had to keep a hand on my waist to keep me from falling. "Let's dance." I urged. 

I walked ahead of him to the dance floor, my foot slipped and I caught myself on some random guy's back. "Sorry." Scar tells him. 

"Woo hoo!" I shout and throw my hands out into the air. 

Scar is staring at me disapprovingly but I ignore him and instead sling my arms over his shoulders pulling him close to me. His hands go around my waist then up to my cheeks and then he twirls me around with his finger. 

Okay so Scar knew how to dance, which wasn't that big of a shocker but still managed to surprise me.   

We dance side to side with our hips and he loved to run his hands through my hair since he was making it a habit throughout dancing. Taking my hand in his he twirls me again and somehow let's go of my hand and I end up stumbling into someone. 

He catches me in his arms and I sort just stand there kinda bug-eyed staring at his shoes, it dawned on me how unfamiliar this person felt and how strange it was the way he kept watching me. 

As if he knew me. 

I raised my eyes to look at him and of course he was already watching me. "Who are you?" I asked. 

With a smile on his face he says, "Rob. Rob Stone."