Can you fix the broken? (Oliver Sykes FanFiction)

Can you fix the broken? CHAPTER 28

HEY GUYS!!! Well I'm sad to say that this is the last chapter of Can you fix the broken? Its been an amazing time writing, I have decided to write a sequel, but it won't be up for a while. So just be patenting. I love you all!

~Jeri

CHAPTER 28

 I walked into the shower and used what was left of the shampoo and conditioner. I shaved and washed my body really quick and got out. I changed into my extra clothes. White short shorts, black bra and a pull over button up shirt that was dark purple and white. I threw my dirty clothes into my side bag. I took out my brush and threw my hair into a pony tail with my bangs down. I applied a little make-up such as winged eyeliner and mascara. I sprayed a little of perfume. I slid a pair if miss match socks and slid on my purple low top converse. I threw all the extra stuff into my bad and walked downstairs and threw my bag into a car that Oliver bought after we crashed our old one. I walked back into the house and started moving the remaining boxes into the moving truck.

After about a hour of moving boxes we went upstairs and moved the mattress downstairs. We moved my dresser and desk down the other day and I guess Oliver and the moving guys moved that in already. I went back into the house expecting more boxes but I saw none. I saw and empty house. I looked around at the house, the house at which I grew up in. The small amount of good memories. Learning how to ride a bike, do laundry, my birthdays, my childhood. Not that it was good. I was taken care of here, I was raised here. I tried to kill myself here. I'm not sure if I can let it go. I went walking around the empty house. Having memories in every room. Good and bad. When I got up to my empty room. I walked out into the balcony that I rarely used. I sat on the edge and thought back to the time that I jumped. But lived. How stupid I was. I felt tears run down my face as I looked into my back yard. I was inturped when I was tapped on the shoulder

"Hey, it's okay. I cried when I moved here. It's the same situation. You grew up here. you came into this room to cry. I know what your feeling. Now common you can cry in the car." Oliver said kissing my head

I walked down stairs as quiet as I could. I wanted to take in my final moments at this house. I saw the Realtor standing in the door way. I took out the house keys from my pocket and handed them to her. I brushed passed her and walked outside and got in the passenger seat. I started sobbing. Also from the fact that I cheated on the one person that I love. And he had no idea. I was moving to another state with him and he has no idea that I slept with someone else. I looked out the window to see Mike standing there. I opened the door and hugged him as hard as I could.

"Mike, I-I can't do this. I can't leave. I can't leave, this place means so much to me. I just can't do this." I said crying into his shoulder. He started rubbing my back which sent chills down my spine, causing butterflies to come out

"Dakota, listen to me. You can do this. You faced so many tougher things and you made it through. Okay? You have that scholarship that you worked so hard for. You have Oliver and Kate. If you ever wanna come spend the weekend here or just come by to see the house. Give me a call and I'll drive to come get you. I promise." Mike said patting my head

"Mike. I love you like my brother. I will call you anyway." I said kissing his check.

I got back in the car and rolled my window down. I laid my head down on my arms which is on the window sill. I looked up at Mike who is still standing there

"I got your voice mail. We're not telling anyone, especially not Oliver. Just promise me?" I said

"Pinkie promise." He said sticking out his pinkie.

I herd Oliver get into the car. I looked at him as he buckled up. He started the car and then engine roared to life.

"Good bye Mike." I said as we drove away.