Downtown Boy

c h a p t e r 15

🎵You know I'm in love

With an uptown girl🎵

-Billy Joel

*Trigger warning*: mentions of death and rape. nothing too much but still

Sierra's pov:

I raise my head, trying to blink away the tears to remove the blurry figure of Hunter as he stumbled back.

Slowly taking one step back at a time.

One of my hands was clutching my heart and the other supported me as I held myself on the ground.

It hurt so much.

I'm gonna die.

My heart's gonna burst.

"Sierra, you what?" Just a whisper. Of course, what did I expect? That he'd wrap his arms around me and hold me tight?

Hunter lets out a nervous chuckle, "Sierra. This isn't funny."

I couldn't look at him. Not now. This wasn't- what- I didn't know what to-to say. What exactly am I supposed to say?

I bring my other hand to my chest, I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I....? Tears clouded my vision again and my sobs broke through.

"I'm no-not kidding. Hun-hunter I di-didn't want t-to listen to th-them. They-" I stammer, and bite my lip immediately to stop this at once but it didn't help.

Running a hand through his hair, he let the other one fall to his waist. "What the fuck?" he laughs humorlessly.

"What the fuck?" He laughs again.

The disappointment. It was there.

The shock.

He sounded so.....so betrayed and hurt.

"Is this why you fucking ran away? To get away with murder? Are you mental?" Without waiting for my reply he lets out a breathless laugh.

"I can't believe I actually thought that-that we could- stupid. That's what I am." He smacks his head, a smile on his face.

A smile that gave me shivers.

"I'm stupid. So fucking stupid to let you under my roof. A fucking killer in my house."

I'm a murderer. I've killed.

He's right. I'm-I'm mental.

B-but I did-din't mean to. They- they made me do it. They made me s-stand back. A-and she didn't- she was smiling at me when it happened. Why didn't she hate me?

"I-" His head snaps in my direction. His eyes burning in anger.

"You what? You're sorry? What's your sorry gonna fix? Nothing. It's going to fix nothing!" The venom in his voice made me cower back- wanting to crawl in a hole and kill myself for all the sins I've made.

He turns his head back to the door, staring at in for a few minutes and then looking at his feet. Rubbing his neck, running a hand through his hair to his face, "I can't- I can't deal with this. You need to- you need to leave."

"Hunter no, please. I don't-"

"Stop it. Stop looking so..so fucking vulnerable, it's pathetic. You don't know what you've put that kid through. How the hell do you even expect me to believe you?" He snaps.

No. Please. Please don't make me leave.

I don't- I never wanted to.

"You killed his sister. You could be here to- no. No I won't let you." He starts moving towards me, gripping my forearm tightly. I wince as he starts pulling me up.