Broken

*Chapter 35|De Ja Vu*

*edited*

•Bianca's P.O.V

Caleb, Jasmine and I rushed into the car, taking back our old seats. My heart raced with anticipation as we quickly drove out of the gang house.

"I just told Asher where we're going," Caleb said and looked back at me for a split second. "Are you sure he's there?" He asked.

I nodded without hesitation, every bone in my body agreeing with me, "positive."

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Caleb stopped the car and we all stepped out after sharing a look.

Unlike the gang house here was very peaceful, the air was cold from the rain that just stopped and it still drizzled a bit.

I took in a deep breath and walked forward with Jasmine and Caleb walking protectively behind me. The path was familiar even though I haven't been here in so long.

The pain was still fresh, it always is. We walked past the other tombstones till we became close. From a distance I could see him crouched on the ground, a closed umbrella near him and a bouquet of white roses on her tomb.

I felt my heart fall as I saw the sight, I still couldn't help the feeling of guilt that washed over me.

I really have to stop blaming myself.

As we got even closer, Jasmine and Caleb already had their guns aimed at him. He stood slowly, his head never leaving the words engraved on the stone.

"Took you long enough to find me," he said, his voice didn't sound flattered.

He turned to us and I stood there frozen, I didn't think of getting my gun, that was the last thing on my mind.

His eyes weren't cold or hard, they just looked purely broken, hurt.

He really loved her.

"You look healthier, now I can finally see why people say you look like her," Ronaldo says to me, his voice sounding softer than I've ever heard it.

What the hell...

Jasmine gave me a quick glance, "enough games Ronaldo. It's over," Jasmine says, her voice hard. "do it, Bianca."

My mouth opened but no words came out, I had questions I needed to be answered from him. I needed to know things and if he dies they'll remain a hunting mystery forever.

I touched the gun under my shirt and gulped, pulling it out and aiming it at him.

He smiled, his vulnerable expression replaced with maniac like one and raised his hands in surrender. He chuckled lowly, it was a bitter chuckle that meant no good, "I never thought I'd see the day my little pumpkin would raise a gun at my head," he says.

I feel the gun tremble in my hands and my vision blurred with tears. I never thought I'd see the day too.

"What are you waiting for Bianca? Pull the fucking trigger!" Caleb nearly yelled from beside me.

"Don't hesitate Bianca. I know I deserve it, I know you want to. Just know, I never hated you, I'm sorry I blamed you for everything, I'm sorry I hurt you so much. I know this apology doesn't change anything but I just want you to know that if I could turn back time I would. Not having you around for so long has made me realise how much you mean to me-"

"Stop!" I interrupt him. My hands shook uncontrollably and fell to my sides as I tried to muffle the sobs, "stop saying that! Stop trying to make me believe you! I hate you! I'm supposed to hate you!"