Chapter 30. Yellow eyes and the Vamp

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Gabe POV

What did he say? Did I hear that right? Oh god what do I say? Do I stay quiet? Do I say the truth? How it felt? How did it feel? Oh god, why did I agree to this? Why did a agree to get in a car with AZAZEL AND GORDON? They're definitely the definition of the stereotypical high school asshole jocks. Kinda like Kurt and Ram in a way. Okay now what do I say? Oh god what do I say? Is anyone talking now? Is Sam talking? Is it quiet?  I can't hear anything over my heart beat. How long have I been quiet? How do I answer that? Why would he ask that? How do him and Gordon know? Oh duh we had to keep our real last names for legal reasons. Did they google me? Is that even on the internet? I never looked after we moved. Maybe I should have looked into it more?

"Well?" Azazel says as I hear Sam growl a little.

"Well it-" I try to say as Sam puts an arm in front of me, then starts whispering.

"You don't have to say anything, Angel" Sam whispers in my ear as Gordon looks back at us, then whispers to Azazel.

"What Gabe? Are you gonna try to jump out the car like you did that window" Gordon says, venom in his tone.

"Maybe we'll ask when your top isn't around...." Azazel says as they both laugh.

He knows about the window too? Are you serious? Sam doesn't even know about this yet. Oh my Chuck, I just told Sam a few days ago. How do they know this? Is Sam gonna be mad that I didn't tell him? No, he's not like Azazel or Gordon. He's not a pushy jock like them. Wait they think he's a top? Clearly they didn't see what Becky saw... Sam's overprotective, sweet, adorable, and shy. That's some of the reasons I love him, he's not pushy or nasty. He loves me too, right?

Damn it, keep it together. Don't cry, not in front of these assholes.

I look over at Sam and he nods, almost like he knows what to ask the two sitting in the front and smirking.

"How do you know all of this?" Sam asks, in a venomous tone.

"My sister Lilith-" Azazel says as Sam looks at me when I gasp.

Oh my god. Lilith is his sister? She put Luci and Michael through hell. She was the worst slut in that school. I vaguely remember when she loved Luci in highschool but him and Michael were together...... Now that's a story they'll tell their kids someday, if, you know, they ever decide to get kids.

"Lilith? Lilith! Oh my god Lilith......" Sam says like he's remembering Lilith.

"Yeah Lilith, she works for the police now and found Gabe's file when Gordon and I were there. So she showed it to us........" Azazel says as him and Gordon snicker.

I can't wait to just be home. I just want to lay with my boyfriend and not be here. Watch bad horror movies or a stupid comedy. Maybe practice some of the lines......... Maybe talk to Luci- Just not today, I can't handle it today.......

"How did you know we were even at the fair?" Sam asks as half growling I stare out the window, trying to distract myself.

"We actually didn't, we were gonna bring this up at school today. But you skipped today and then we ran into you." Azazel says smirking that half smirk that could make anyone that isn't pure evil like him, shiver.

At school? Does this mean he's gonna tell people? What if he does? I haven't told anyone but Sam. Oh god, this is bad. Really really bad.

"What happened to your eye?" Azazel asks as I feel around my eye.

That's right, that guy, Conrad, got my eye. I didn't even notice. Talk about high pain tolerance I guess.......

"What's wrong, Gabe? Cat got your tongue?" Azazel says as I see Sam tense up.

I can't wait to just get home and cuddle with Sam. Today has been exhausting enough as it is, without them. God why did I agree to this? Sam tried to stop me, but no I gave in. I can't do anything right these days. Why does he love me? I don't even love me. Heck, I don't even like me.

"Or are you having a flash back from when they took your brother's" Azazel says, smirking.

"Wait wh- what" I say quietly.

I was so young, they never let me see the report or the body..... Only Luci was able to see.... What was in it? How did he look? Was it bad? I know we all go to therapy, but Luci saw the most.... Is therapy even going to be enough? I haven't had flashbacks since the new medication....... Did that really happen? Oh my god, he- I'm so sorry, Gadreel. You never deserved that........

"Oh you didn't know-" Azazel says, as I try not to start crying.

"Azazel I swear to god-" Sam says growling, as he looks from me to Azazel.

The car gets quiet as it finally comes to an almost screeching halt, in my driveway. I push the door open before the car comes to a full stop, slamming the door behind me. Tears start rolling out of my eyes as I bolt in the house, not looking back even though I really should.....

I run up the stairs and bolt into my room, ignoring anyone that tries to say anything to me. I open my window and watch the outside for a moment before the sound of yelling and fighting erupts in the quiet street.

It's okay, breathe. Its fine, it's different from last time. I'm okay. He's okay, everything's okay. It's all fine, I can do this. I can handle it. I beat a guy up only a day or so ago so I can do this. Yeah I got this......

I hear a crash and what sounds like glass shattering as tears run down my face....

I can't do this......

I grab my headphones and grab Sams letterman, putting my Spotify playlist on as I slip Sam's jacket on and curl up with all the blankets on my bed.

I'm so sorry Sam. I can't help this time. You deserve better. I don't deserve your love, I never have. I don't deserve anything. There's no point in me even being alive. Everyone would be better off with me gone. I can't even help my boyfriend, who because of me is probably being jumped right now....... stupid, stupid, stupid.....

Hey peeps it's Syd, I'm writing this on my iPad so sorry if there are any mistakes. I'm not used to it yet, also sorry for the chapters being shorter than usual. I have a couple other things I'm working on rn and school starts back up for me. Anyway bye and I'll get the next chapter out as soon as I can

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