Chapter 8 ~ 'Lost'

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Steve's pov ~

       After we took y/n back to the house Darry patched her up in places that don't need stitches. "This is all my fault." I muttered to myself. As Darry for ready to stitch her up, I jumped up out of my seat and left. I didn't know where to go. I was worried that she wouldn't wake up. I sighed. I wanted her to wake up. I hate that she thinks I hate her, because I don't. Truth is, i actually like her, a lot. The down side of that is she doesn't like me. That's why I'm always mad at her. I don't want to be mad at her but I can't help it. I wish I would just tell her but she'll probably slap me and hide in her room forever. Even if I did tell her, I'm pretty sure I'd get beat by soda, pony and Darry, as their her brothers and super protective of her. I just kept walking until I ended up at bucks. Tonight, I was gonna drown in alcohol and drink my pain away.

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