You're Not Enough

Chapter 108 (Part 2)

I need to keep it together. I cried the whole way here; I won't cry anymore.

I grab my steering wheel tightly and take a deep breath. I tried calling my mom; she didn't answer. I have to know if she knew about this.

As much as I want to say she would never do that to me, I can't.

I didn't think my father would ever do something like this to me, but yet he did.

It wasn't until now I realized that people, including parents, are liable to do anything.

No matter if they're your parents, friend, boyfriend, girlfriend. They're still people, they're still human beings, and humans always have darkness somewhere in them.

You think a parent would shield their children from this evil thing. My father is proof that the darkness within all of us is stronger than anything. Stronger than even the most powerful force of all... love.

I wipe my warm tears from my cheeks and get out of the car; the parking lot is filled with cars and kids; there are people everywhere. This is the last place I want to be, but I have nowhere else to go.

I could've stayed in the car but, I know if I did, the thoughts would come, the voices that tell me to harm myself.

So this is not the place I want to be, but it's the place I should be; I will be distracted here. I need to be distracted, and this is the perfect place for that.

I walk out the lot and between the bleachers; when I get past them, I see that they are filled with hundreds of people; I stand at the bottom and search for Violet and Liam, in the stands,

"Are you okay?" Ryder asks, startling me.

I turn around; he's on the opposite side of the fence, his black helmet is in his hand, "I'm fine," I lie,

"Were you crying?" His green eyes search mines, "What's wrong?" he asks frowning, it sounds and looks like he is genuinely concerned, but I know better than to overthink things when it comes to him. He looks past me at someone; his lips press together.

I turn to see who it is; Caleb is walking up to me along with Logan and more of the boys on their team. They're all in their gear; I can see the anger in Caleb's eyes from here; when he walks up, he stares Ryder down. Ryder stares at him, not breaking his stance; I'm really not in the mood for...whatever this is right now, "What are you doing?" Caleb asks him.

"I'm asking her if she's okay," Ryder candidly responds,

"You don't need to do that," Caleb spits,

"You don't need to tell me what the fuck to do and what the fuck not to do," Ryder sarcastically says back; I shake my head, knowing this won't end well.

Caleb's jaw clenches, and he says, "Well, I can tell you to stay away from her, or I can just beat the shit out of you every time I see you talking to her!"

"Caleb," I snap, scorning his words,

"What the fuck did you just say?" Ryder narrows his eyes and walks around the fence that was once separating us.

I step in front of Caleb, trying my best to keep them apart, "Stay the hell away from her! Why is that so hard for you to do? She isn't your girlfriend,"

"I don't want her to be," Ryder responds bluntly, "I just was asking was she okay,"

"Well, don't!" Caleb growls

Ryder glances at me as if he expects me to say something, but I don't. I don't have anything to say. Ryder and I are at a cordial stage, I wouldn't go as far as to say we are friends, but we are friendly, cordial acquaintances.