Chapter 7:
Erin's POV-
The numbness was gone. There was no way to describe the pain I felt. It hit in waves. I would cry for hours, and then the tears would stop for a little while. I would feel better. That is until something reminded me of Spencer. Then I would be doubled over in pain, the tears flowing freely again. Liam tried to visit twice, but I wouldn't let him up. He would never understand. I didn't want anyone. My parents came, but I only let them stay because they didn't give me the choice. They sat in the corner and watched me cry. I wouldn't let the comfort me, I wouldn't let anyone comfort me. They could never understand. All they would say is that it's going to get better. Well guess what. It's not. Because my best friend is gone and there's nothing I can do about it. So instead of letting people help, I wallowed in self-pity, feeling forever alone.
Liam's POV-
It had been a week since Erin's wreck, and she still won't talk to me. But today that would change. I was going to her parents' house to figure out some kind of plan to get her to talk. It didn't have to be to me, just to anyone. She couldn't keep blocking people like this. It wasn't good for her. On the drive over there, I kept thinking of different ways to reach her, but nothing good came to mind. Before I knew it, I was at her house. I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car and walking up to the front door. I hesitated before knocking. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. I mean, her parents could get mad. A million other doubts ran through my mind before I pushed them all aside. This was for her own good. I knocked on the door. The doorbell didn't work anymore. I broke it one day by throwing a baseball into it while playing catch with Erin in the front yard. I smiled at the memory. After a couple seconds, Erin's mom opened the door. Emotions ran across her face but finally settled on one. Sorrow. I took a long deep breath before saying what I needed to. "I need to talk to you about your daughter."
