I Got Her Pregnant (5 SOS Story)

Chapter Sixty Three.

A.N: Go to my profile please and read diagnosed if I get a bunch of reads and votes on that story I will double update tomorrow. There's a reason why this is in Brook's POV okay? chill.

Brook's POV

I couldn't take this anymore. The guilt is eating me alive. From the inside out. It's like stabbing my heart and twisting the knife. Cutting it open and leaving it to bleed out and letting me die.

I was scared. Only I knew what happened to Amber. I knew who hit her. And it was me. I couldn't stand a day seeing her and the scar on her shoulder because I knew I was the one who caused it. I was scared.

I was scared because I know I'd be going to jail. I know I'd be hated by everyone. The sick part was I cared about my reputation more than I cared about giving my best friend justice.

I wanted to turn myself in. I just couldn't. One part of me was scared of jail and the sick part of me didn't even care about what happened. I'm mad at Amber to be honest. I'm jealous of her. She has the perfect mom, soon to be step dad, perfect son who is adorable in every way possible, the perfect boyfriend and a pair of perfect twins. Sure she self harmed and all that shit but I looked past that and saw how loved she is. She always got the guy. Like Andrew, Kalel, Kyle, Mikey and Luke. I always envied her soft brown eyes and wavy long hair. Her taste for fashion that makes boys like her. Her sense of humor that makes boys laugh. I was always her shadow. I always wanted to be her. People think I'm crazy for wanting to be her.

So a part of me like what happened to her. A part of me even wanted to do it again. Just run her over again and again until she bleeds and her and her twins die.

But a part of me also doesn't want that to happen. Like its telling me I'm wrong and a fucking psycho but I couldn't help it. She was basically perfect.

It isn't fair she gets to be perfect.

"Hey mom, did they ever catch whoever hit Amber with a car?" I asked her while eating my gummy worms.

"No sweetie. But a witness said it was a lady who almost killed her." She explained. My eyes grew big.

"What witness?" I asked her getting sweaty and nervous.

"The man that lived across the beach saw a woman getting into a white Porsche or some sort. Just in time for her to drive away." She told me and I could feel the heat and tension growing in the room.

"Why'd you ask sweet heart?" She asked me again facing me this time. I just shrugged and went to the living room.

I AM FUCKING SCREWED.

A.N: Turns out someone did saw her. du du du dun . dudududun.

loool.

anyways I deleted one hundred days and replaced it with Diagnosed. read it or die. jk.

-lizzy