A different life

Chapter 3

Brock's POV.

No! that's all I could think of was 'no' that simple word just replayed in my head over and over again. Before I knew what I was doing myself I was standing out side of her truck.

"Brock?" She looked broken. Her once pink cheeks are stained and wet with tears. It killed me to just look at her. How could someone look so broken.

I didn't say anything to her. I just opened up her truck door.

"No" she said but it was barely a whisper.

I pulled her on to my lap. She struggled to get away for me.

She was crying and I wasn't going to let her go.

She wiggled. Still trying to get free from my bear hug.

She yelled at me.

"Let me go!"

I sighed a gave up on my grip a little. She took that little bit of room I gave her to wiggle out of her jacket

And Jumped out of her truck.

What I saw next I Could believe.

'No this can't be it! Can it? Why would she do something like that? More importantly who made her do something like that?'

"Stop fucking starring!"

She snapped me out of my thoughts.

I still couldn't believe what I was looking at.

"Get the fuck out if my truck!"

"Why do that?" I asked not bothering to move.

"None of your business! now get out of my truck!"

"Who hurt you?" I had to ask.

"No one hurt me." She spoke so softly I could almost not hear her.

"Then why?"

Her head snapped up her hazel eyes held so much emotion. Hate, hurt, regret, and pain. Who knew that someone so happy could be in so much pain.

"Why should I tell you? You don't care about me! Hell you barely know me! why should I spill my heart out to you? what is it going to do for me if I tell you? Nothing that's it! it will do nothing for me. The only thing it would do will make you worry about me if and only if you actually care! I know you well enough to know that you don't care about anyone and seeing cuts and scars coving my arms has only made you curious! You can sit here and tell me that's not it! But it is! I know it is! no one ever truly cares they are all just curious. they all tell you they will never judge you or never leave you but in the end they always do!"

I jumped out of her truck ready to say something but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. I closed it again and opened it still, nothing came out.

She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked disappointed.

"Like I said no one ever truly cares"

She walked around me got in her truck and drove away. I broke down and cried. I cried my whole way home and all that night.

~~~~~~~ December later that year

Brock's POV.

It's been months since I have spoken to Mickie. I know her and Jack are dating but that only because he doesn't ever shut up about her. I act like I can't stand him talking about her but I kinda don't mind. He keeps me update on how she is doing.

I remember a few weeks after they started dating Jack came to school looking like he didn't sleep all the night before.

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