-GageAdams-
“It’s always been me.” I stopped right in my tracks; I didn’t want to look back. He loves me? No. Nobody could love me; he must have gotten his words mixed up.
“You’re lying.” I whispered, he gave a short laugh and replied,
“Trust me, I wish I was.” I turned around to see him staring at me with his big brown eyes. For some reason I got offended. And hurt?
“Why do you say that? You think nobody could love me, don’t you?” He looked at me shocked and shook his head. “I didn’t mean-“ I cut him off before he could finish,
“Of course you did, that’s why you said that Jessica doesn’t love me.” Everything made sense now. I was alone, even my best friend doesn’t believe that somebody could love me. Well, someone with a brain at least. He shook his vigorously.
“No, listen to me.” I sighed and nodded for him to go on. “Jessica doesn’t love you; I’ve seen her make out with some guys from the football team.” To be honest, I already knew that. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to feel happy and if that bitch made you happy then so be it.” He mumbled something else that I didn’t quite catch. I was going to apologise for leaving him this morning, but I was distracted when something else came to mind.
“Wait, you’re g-gay?” He looked down and nodded slowly. When? How? Why? All of these questions flooded my mind.
-NoahDavis-
“When?” He asked slowly. “A couple years ago...” I could tell he was pissed off.
“AND YOU DIDN’T BOTHER TO TELL ME!?” He screamed in my face, I flinched and sunk into the couch. I was really frightened; tell him the truth was a big mistake. I covered my face with my hands and my body started to shake from the scare. He walked over to me and yanked my hands away, I gasped. Never would I have thought that Gage would ever show aggression towards me.
“AFTER EVERYTHING YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH I WAS THE ONE WHO HELPED YOU OUT!” He shouted again, soon tears slowly dripped from my eyes. I hate yelling. I noticed the veins in his neck starting to show more. Was he really this upset?
“I-I was s-s-scared.” I said barely above a whisper, this seemed to make him even angrier.
“SCARED OF WHAT!?” I couldn’t handle it anymore; I raised my voice a little but still stuttered,
“S-STOP YELLING AT M-ME, YOU KNOW H-HOW MUCH I H-ATE IT!” He froze for a moment and shook his head in disappointment?
“Whatever. Stop making excuses for yourself; it wasn’t my fault your mother left you. You need to get over the fact that she is gone, and stop thinking that everyone else will too. If you really believe that everybody will walk away then fine. Your accusation was right. I’m gone.” My chest tightened; did he really just say that? Fresh tears pooled my eyes. He hates me. He’s gone. I lost him. Forever?
I shakily got up from his couch and made my way to the door, I looked back for a fragment of a second and seen him by the kitchen counter with his head in his hands. I didn’t bother to stop the tears that made their way down my cheeks. I slipped on my vans and walked out of the house without a single word. His voice kept popping up in my head,
You didn't bother to tell me!?
Another tear.
After everything you have been through I was the one who helped you out!
Another,
Stop making excuses for yourself; it wasn’t my fault your mother left you.
One more.
I’m gone.
All of those words cut my like a knife, I screamed out in frustration and heartbreak as I walked around the neighborhood, I didn’t realized where I was going until I saw the forest come into view. My feet padded along the dirt path up to the lake. I smiled slightly and stood along the shore of the water; I put my hands in my pocket and felt a piece of paper. I pulled it out and realized it was Joshua’s number; I smiled at the thought of him. Everything was going great until some hands grabbed me from behind.
Was I not punished enough?
