The Runaway 2 - N.H.

[02] The whole story

*Edited*

I went to all my classes today, for the first time all week but I wasn't really there. I'm just a drone and I wish that I could be stronger than this. I really do need to start taking my anti-depressants again...

I purposely avoided Anna and the field today, I don't need another reminder that I can't play. Hockey is the only thing that I've been able to stick with and can let my anger out on; I can't believe I can't play anymore. I remember when I used to play in Sydney, the four of them never missed a game, not once. They would always be in the crowd cheering for me when I got the ball and booing when I got kicked off for fighting - which happened a lot.

As I make my way up the steps to my apartment, my knee starts to hurt and I have to stop. "Ow," I whine and take a seat on the steps. The pain isn't terrible but for some reason I start to cry and before I know it I'm hysterically sobbing on the stairs. All I can think about is how they could do this to me, what about all the times Luke lied to me?

Flashback

"BeeBee?" Luke asks and I look up from my phone.

"Yeah?" I growl back and he looks at me funny. "What?" I ask while he puts a hand on my cheek.

"You look terrible," He mutters and looks into my eyes.

"Thanks," I grumble and push him off me.

"No, I mean... you look hungover?" He says but it sounds more like a question.

I get up too loudly and slam my book shut. We've been studying for the last hour in the library but I've mostly just been on my phone, I don't care about school that much. A few people look over to me but I ignore them.

"Braeden," He half whispers. I continue to pack up my things and walk out of the library. "Bee, come on I-"

"I am," I cut him off and he stares at me. "I got absolutely wasted last night," I tell him and he steps toward me.

"Why?" He asks confused.

"I was just upset, I'm sorry," I tell him and begin to walk away.

"Braeden, hey. Look at me," He says and turns me around. "It's okay. You're okay."

"I guess you regret meeting me, huh?" I ask and feel tears coming.

"Of course not, Braeden. There is no one else I would rather spend my time with," He says and grins. "Or have slept with," His grin widens and I swat him on the arm.

"Luke!" I yell playfully.

"What?" He giggles.

"I'm kinda regretting that now."

"No you're not. You loved it and I'm glad my first time was with you. You are too." He tells me and I know he's right.

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I force myself to stand, trying to ignore the pain I'm in and walk up the last flight of stairs to my apartment. I can't believe he could lie to me like that, that he could just slip it's so casually into our conversations.

I haven't eaten all day but I'm not hungry and I'm scared that if I do eat, I'll vomit. I don't really get hungover but if I eat too much I vomit and it doesn't help that I'm so stressed out.

Why couldn't they have left me alone? Why did I even have to wake up Sunday? God, I'm so fucking stupid.

I'm almost to the top of the stairs when my phone beeps, it's Anna.

Can we catch up, I didn't see you all day :(

I really don't want to but I know I should.

Yeah sure, dinner? You owe me, I was clearly going to win that race.

I also can't afford it but you know. I look up from my phone to get my keys out and see a skunk haired boy sitting at my door. "Give me a fucking break!" I yell and almost step on him to open my door.

"Braeden, please let me-" Michael starts as he stands.

"Fuck off," I growl and step inside. I try to shut the door on him but he's way too strong.

"Braeden, just listen to me!" He yells and I want to hit him so bad.

"Don't you yell at me! I'm not the one in the wrong!" I scream and I feel tears prick my eye but I push them back. He won't break me, not again.

"Okay, you're right. I won't yell," He says calmly.

"No, you won't talk," I point to the door and he looks sad, like he might cry. He's a better actor than I thought. "Go," I say through clenched teeth but he doesn't move a muscle.

"I know I fucked up but Bee I-"

"Yeah, you did fuck up and don't call me that. Never ever call me that again!" I can't believe he's back again, trying to ruin my life.

"Okay, I did and I won't. But B-Braeden please let me explain," He says and steps closer to me, causing me to take two steps back.

"Why should I? You always apologise, you always say you fucked up and you always do it again. Not this time, Michael. Not fucking again," I say and feel tears coming. I wish he never found out, maybe none of this would have happened...

"Braeden, I love you so much and I can't believe that I did that to you last night. I never meant to hurt you," He says calmly but I'm far from calm.

"Never meant to hurt me! Do you even remember what you said to me? What you said to Niall, Louis and Perrie? They were all there, they all know. Now Louis and Niall hate me. I hope you're proud of yourself. Now get the fuck out!" I scream the last part, hoping it'll get through to him. He flinches, but doesn't make an effort to leave. "Please, Michael," I say and tears start to fall. "Please leave me alone," He looks at me and a tear of his own slips down his cheek. He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it.

He turns around to leave and when he gets to the door he looks back at me. "I love you, Braeden and I hope one day you're ready to hear the whole story," He mumbles and walks out the door. The whole story?