Don't make the same mistakes again

5 days without you(Dylan)

Day 1: 

The moment I stepped back into Rider F*king Flint Clinton's house it was twelve in the morning. I can't believe it. I thought I could have walked out on her, but it always somehow ended with me messing up and her being the one to flick me off. Like it was nothing. I'll show her what's nothing to me. Her. I don't need her, I tell myself that. I can just go around campus, f*king every girl I see and it won't matter. 

"Where's she?" Theresa raised an eyebrow. "Dunno." I lied. "I'll go look for her." Rider offered. I growled, "Don't you f*king touch her!" 

"What choice do I have? Her f*ed up boyfriend no longer has the rights and balls to go after her. No shit." Rider bickered. Ava cracked, "What about me?" Rider rolled his eyes, "You can stay here and take care of your own ass." She gasped and Theresa dared giggle. Ava shot her daggers but she just rolled her eyes at Ava. That girl sure has some balls. 

Aria stood and grabbed my cup along with hers. She came back with a refill and I raised a brow at her. She seductively handed the cup to me and sat on my lap, "What the f..." She placed a finger on my lips and silenced me. Who does she think she is? Oh right. A seductress. 

"Drink, it soothes stress." and she winks. What the? "I'm not stress..." I began, "Just drink." She muttered impatiently. "Fine, only one." She gave me a questionable stare, and I would have known why. I dropped in a text to Bray and tried calling her but she did not reply either so I tossed my phone aside and chucked the drink down my throat. Which happened to be champagne. 

I am already on my second cup already. No doubt I was feeling empty already, but I will not say it out loud, let alone admit it. I was having fun, and Aria even offered to help me forget. 

Actions speak louder than words, and I did exactly what I said. F*k every girl I see. I lost my virginity to Delilah long ago,  so I couldn't care less who I f*k now. 

I am in a dark an empty room. Just like every dream and nightmare I have ever had. Shit. I'm having another nightmare, except this doesn't seem as bad. I called out, "Brayleigh?" I caught movements in a corner and I slowly stalked over. 

A shadow emerged from the dark and I gasped.

A knife was held to the throat of Delilah, and the person gripping on to the knife was none other than, Clifton. "What do you want?" My voice came out low and it rumbled in my throat, forming a threatening tone. 

"The thought I killed her is still haunting you isn't it? You may not love her, but the thought she was killed because of your selfish acts still haunts your inner soul, doesn't it?" He mocked.

"Help me......" Delilah's voice rang melodiously in my ears. 

Every men lusted for her toned muscles, but I absolutely miss her voice. 

"I'm sorry..." I gasped. The knife slipped deeper into her skin, blood oozed out and trickled down her neck as she gasped for breath. 

This is a dream. Everything is all a dream. It's not real. It's not real. But it seems soo real! 

"Please I will do anything you please. Just stop!" I begged. Tears sprung out of my eyes. "Just look at you." He continued mocking me, "I have no idea what she sees in you. you don't even deserve her. You can no longer give me what I want, it has been taken away from me long ago, her heart has been stolen, you idiotic bastard! I can no longer win her back, she has stood rooted to her ground! She is the most stubborn girl, but the most ludicrous decision she's made, was to fall for someone who didn't even love her back!" He screamed.