[01] Terrible excuse

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I made my way home last night after walking for almost an hour and calling a cab to the hotel to pick up my car. I kept waiting for one of them to run up behind me and hug me, to tell me everything's okay. But it never happened.

I don't remember much after getting home besides opening the one bottle of vodka I have and beginning to cry. My head is pounding uncontrollably but I still push myself to somewhat of a sitting position. The now empty bottle of vodka lies on the floor beside the couch, I must have passed out.

Tears prick my eyes but I won't let them fall. I take a deep breath and stand. "Braeden. You. Are. Okay." I tell myself and check the time on the clock. Eight fifteen. I can still make it to class, my life can't just be put on hold because of this. I throw on jeans and a top before going over to grab my hockey stick. You can't play I remind myself and start to feel ill.

I walk outside to my car and drive quickly to school, being careful not to speed too much - I can't afford a fine. "Fuck." I have bills to pay. I'll have to sell my car, there's nothing else I can do.

I get to school right on time for my first class, religion. I sit there pretending I care while really I'm thinking about Niall. What's he doing? Why hasn't he texted me? I check my phone again. Nothing. He obviously does care about what happened... Don't do this to yourself, Braeden.

Just as I'm debating leaving class to get food, my phone vibrates in my pocket. My heart flutters but, it's not Niall.

Braeden please can we talk, I need to talk to you, I'm so sorry. I love you so, so much Bee, please.

Calum. I can't believe I did this to him, how could I do this to him? I'm a terrible excuse for a person.

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