Save me from my Demons | P.I.E Fanfiction

CHAPTER SEVEN - Secrets

| Melissa's POV |

The next morning was tense. No one spoke aside from Toast who asked me a few questions about if I wanted breakfast and what time did I want to head home.

"As soon as possible" My tone was harsh and cold as I didn't take my eyes off the brunette sat across from me at the table who was looking down at his food, not wanting to make eye contact with me.

Toast looked between us, his eyes soft as he let out a deep sigh. The atmosphere was uncomfortable. It was clear that the three of us were uncomfortable. My cold glare was still fixated on Ghost and he played with his cereal.

"We can leave as soon as we've finished our breakfast --"

"Is it coming with us?" I interrupted Toast with a growl, aiming it at Ghost who tilted his head down further.

Toast shook his head. "No, Ghost will be staying here" he said simply.

I said nothing, my glare was still on the beast in front of me.

Unforgivable.

My eyebrows furrowed at the poor excuse of a man in front of me as my thoughts went deeper.

The anger was clearly written on my face as I stared down at the disgrace in front of me. There are no excuses that will make anything he did okay.

Toast cleared his throat in attempts to catch my attention but failed. I wanted to show just how angry and hurt Ghost has made me feel.

I might have not been close to Louis bit she was a good friend and a lovely person. She wouldn't hurt a fly, she couldn't even if she wanted to.

"Have you finished eating?" Toast broke the tense silence that hung in the air around the three of us. I didn't move my gaze.

"Yeah" my voice came out stronger than I anticipated and sounded harsh. Toast leaned back in his chair a bit in shock but knew that it wasn't aimed towards him.

I finally took my gaze from Ghost and moved it to Toast. My eyes softened and my shoulders relaxed, letting all the tension leave them. I was aching from how much my body had tensed up.

"Well let me wash up then we can head out" he said softly, taking both my plate and his plate to the sink, and washed them up.

Ghost quickly got up and shoved his plate in the sink before rushing upstairs. His abrupt behaviour caused me to jump and for some reason, put me on edge.

Toast finished cleaning up and dried off his hands, letting the dishes dry on the drying rack. He turned to me and gave me a half-hearted smile.

I wanted to return the smile but I failed. I was overwhelmed but the swarming thoughts that plagued the inside of my mind. I could barely concentrate, let alone control my own emotions. This whole situation I have been put in is a little too much for one girl to handle.

Toast let out a sigh before walking past me, "Come on, let's get you home" the tone of his voice sounded troubled as he spoke, as if he was unhappy with how I didn't smile back. The feeling of guilt created a stabbing pain in the pit of my stomach.

I followed Toast, remaining silent as I walked and grabbed my bag before meeting up with the tall male at the front door.

"Is that everything?" he asked, turning to me with one hand on the door handle.

I simply nodded. Toast lifted his head a little as he looked down at me. He opened the door and allowed me to step out first. Even in awkward situations like this he keeps to his gentleman character. Now that is something you don't see every day.

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The car ride home was silent. Neither of us spoke. I gazed out the car window, propping up my head with my arm resting on the window. In the corner of my eye I would see Toast glancing over at me.

My mind was still all over the place. Hours after the incident I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. I was still trying to make sense of everything but the more I thought about it the more questions than answers appeared.

My head began to throb, it hurt just thinking about it. Maybe a good night's rest at home would help.

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We finally arrived at my apartment. I got out of the car and the feeling of unease started to take over.

Toast didn't even think of saying good bye or anything. He didn't even glance at me. He just drove off back to where he and the disgrace of a human lived, leaving me in front of the apartments.

I let out a deep sigh before walking up to the door and let myself in with my key before making my way up to my apartment.

It was still the morning and I felt exhausted. But I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep even if I tried. My blood still boiled with anger. I needed to take all my anger out but I couldn't. I had no way of doing it. Nothing to me was therapeutic.

There was nothing to do but sit and wait for the anger to die down. Not like that would be in an instant. Being so pissed about a friend being murdered isn't something you can get over easily.

With the anger still controlling my every thought, I let out a deep sigh before making my way to the couch in my living room to watch some TV for a while whilst I let the anger die down.

The TV was showing reruns of the same old TV shows I used to enjoy, but not anymore. I felt like my world was falling apart around me. She was a friend, maybe not close but still. I am sure anyone would feel the same way if they found out their friend was murdered.

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It was around mid-day and my stomach was starting to hurt. It growled, clearly wanting food after not eating for hours being sat in from of the TV.

I made my way to the kitchen to fix me up something to eat. Even if it was only a quick snack. It was better than nothing.

After preparing a sandwich, I made my way back into the living room to eat.

I let my thoughts trail off as I ate.

These secrets I have to keep will be the death of me..

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Hey, Missyy-Sama is back with another chapter. It's sloppy again but it's something I guess. College is draining a lot from me and my boyfriend is top priority for me.
But I am trying my hardest so thank you to those who stick by me with my excruciatingly slow updates.