Too Fast (A Connor Franta Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

^Lilly's P.O.V.^

"No, no, no, no! Not again!" I said, bursting into tears.

"What's wrong?"

"No, Paul, I can't let this happen again!" I sobbed.

"Aww, come here, Paul's gonna make it all better." He said, bringing my head to his chest.

"You want to explain?"

"I c-can't.." I cried.

"You sure you have no idea who that was?"

"P-positive." My voice cracked and I cried into his shoulder.

I felt someone approach us, I was frightened for a second, until they kneeled in front of me.

"What happened?? What's wrong?!" Connor asked, worriedly.

He took my head in his hands and raised my chin to look up at him.

My dull, puffy, blue eyes met his vibrant, green ones.

"Babe, what happened?" He asked, concerned

"T-the m-man was-s..." I tried to tell him, but began to cry harder.

"What man? Lil, talk to me." He said.

I just kept shaking my head and crying.

'You can't let this happen again, you can't!'

"Not again..not again..not again.." I whispered, between sobs.

"Just pick her up and drive to your house. I'll follow and explain when we get there." I heard Paul say, but I couldn't stop crying.

Bad memories blocked any rational thoughts and the tears kept flowing.

"Okay.." Connor said, as his arms wrapped around me and he picked me up from the bench.

He rested me against his chest and I buried my head into the crook of his neck.

My breathing was ragged and my tears were soaking Connor's shirt.

He put me in the passenger's seat of the car and buckled me in.

'Its your fault! It's all your fault!' My brain scolded me, as I kept sobbing.

"I don't know what happened, but I need you to know that you can trust me, Lil. You can trust me, okay?" I think I heard Connor say, but I was already drifting off into unconsciousness.

All of a sudden, I was outside of my old house.

I wasn't shocked, for some reason, everything seemed natural.

I walked inside and called out to Josh.

"What?!" He yelled, coming down the stairs.

"Who the hell are you yelling at?!" I yelled back.

"Don't fudging push me! I'm not in a good mood today."

"Like every other day." I rolled my eyes.

This was our thing. We'd yell and yell, till the other backed down. We'd never get physical, or so I thought.

"Where is my breakfast?!" He yelled, looking around he kitchen.

"In the fridge." I muttered.

"Where?!" He whined.

"Yes, if you look to your left, you'll see the eggs. To your right, you'll see the bacon. And on the counter, you'll see the bread. Knock yourself out!" I smiled, walking up the stairs.