Trainwreck |✔️

CHAPTER 11

Edited 25/03/20

Please give the attached song a listen!! It's called 'Trainwreck' by James Arthur.... this Story was named after and inspired by it so it's really important.

Finally check out StrawberryBoi 's art for this chapter 🥵^ sexy Ant alert 🚨

Dec's PoV

My heart sunk as, once again this week, I stared at Ant's desolate empty seat in the corner of the chaotic history classroom. He hadn't been in for the past two weeks.

At first I'd been glad, I didn't want anything to do with him or his gang, not after... what had happened. But now, all I could think about was him. His dreamy blue eyes; his jet black hair; the way he had held me; the way he'd kissed me.

At first I hated myself for caring but it got to the point where I was actually worried. What if something had happened to him? He'd ignored my texts, even though I could tell he'd read the first few, why would he do that? What if his Dads hurt him again? What if he still hadn't recovered from before? What if he's missing!?

The worry was consuming. The constant weight on my chest that maybe this wasn't just one of the many times he'd decided not to show up. I shallowed down the panic that set my heart going like an electric spark and sat through the rest of history... but knowing I wasn't going to stay for the rest of the school day

I needed to know he was alright.

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Wrapping my coat more tightly around myself, I looked up at the worn down apartment building and then back to the list of names beside the door. Down at the bottom at 'number 2' was a dirty door bell, that looked in dire need of an upgrade... or just a clean for that matter. Where the plastic should have been a pure white it was tainted a pale yellow with dots of mould sprinkled about the edges. It read in scruffy letters 'McPartlin' with the last few letters faded out.

I gulped, walking slowly up the fire escape and then along the creaky wooden corridor.

My hands shook violently in my pockets, everything about this place gave me the creeps; from the diseased doorbell; to the rotten floor boards; to the time-warped, peeling wall paper which curled and wilted down towards you as you made your way through the crumbling corridor. The whole building held no character, nothing more than the ghostly silhouettes of some previous existence.

My footsteps echoed out as I reached the wonky number 2 hanging lazily upon the door. Surely this couldn't be where Ant lived? No one should live here, it looked sturdy sure, but also worn and depressed.

My hand hesitated as it went to knock on the scratched, faded brown door when I noticed it wasn't even locked. Applying a light pressure it swung open and I poked my head past the threshold. My heart plummeted at the state of the house, it was dark and dull... there were no pictures of family, no flowers or ornaments. The only added decoration were countless empty beer bottles spread out across the floor.

Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat and fighting the desperate urge to run, I built up all my courage and spoke, "A-Anth?" I was ashamed at how pathetic my voice sounded but I didn't dwell on it as there was no reply.