My World Your World Our World

Ch. 11

*Twenty minutes until arrival to New York*

Brendon's POV!!

Unforgivable. What I did, is unforgivable.. completely. 

I wish I could take it back. Every moment. The lies, the superficial love, the fighting, the yelling... all of it. 

I am a creep. I hurt the love of my life, and her unconditional best friend. I made a huge mistake, but I can't fix it. 

I have contemplated my life for a while now. 

I had so much to look forward to, and so many goals.

I planned to propose to Alex when we'd gotten settled.

But that's all gone now. 

I have ruined my own life. 

I begin walking slowly away from the group because I simply feel out of place. 

"Rebel." I called out. Immediately everyone jumped, startled. I felt Alex's eyes on me, I felt the pierce of her hazel eyes, gazing down upon me with hatred. 

I saw Justin, and the feeling of anger he'd shown. He stood up, and got in front of Rebel, as though I would come storming through them to get to her. 

Most importantly, I felt the coldness of Rebel's heart. I felt the fact that she would never love again, because the one time, the one damn time that she'd loved again, and let her walls down, she got not only emotionally hurt, but physically.

I physically hurt her. I laid my hands on her, all over something I'd caused. 

She paid the price for my actions. 

"We should talk." I said, after a pause. 

"There is nothing to talk about in the slightest. It's done." She replied. 

Once again the rush of her coldness towards me, overcame me. I wanted to break down and die right then and there. But, with what little manliness I had left, I would use to stand up and apologize. She didn't have to accept it at all, but I would at least have done my part. 

"Please? We can go over there," I pointed to a nearby gate. Justin and Alex could stay here. it was good distance away, but enough to have a private conversation. 

She looked at me and started walking over to the gate. I followed her, but a healthy distance away from her back. Shortly, we arrived there, and she stopped, turned around, and looked at me.