𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

Chapter 27

"Im... I'm Sorry," I look at him as he sits up on the bed nervously, like a little baby that his mother took his candy from him.

I do not answer the phone.
I can not.

I wrap the towel around myself and leave the room.

I no longer know what to say.
I'm a horrible partner.

And I can 't look at myself right now.

If I had not come here, I could continue my usual life, I would've never seen him .

I hate the fact that he affects me like that.

He kicks the door so the whole house
can hear him, but Dust never gave a FUCK.

"Fuck!" He screams and kicks something again, God.
I'm the one who's blame.

'I'll pick you up tomorrow,' Dylan writes.

He's so considerate, so Dylan.

He does not deserve me.

I'm sorry about everything. I'll be ready at 11 pm, 'I answer and turn off the phone, lie down on my bed and think about what I'm supposed to do.

That's obvious, isn't it?

I need to get out of here tomorrow, forget those three days and never remember that.

But I feel like I'll never go back to what it was before.

He was mine. He has always been mine. Until that night.

Three years ago he could without me, how suddenly he is not ready to release me?

How on every second chance he plays in my heart a little more, and not even put it back in place?

My heart is torn to pieces every time I see him.
I remember everything.

It's like putting a time machine in front of my face, and taking me back, the awful feeling, seeing what it used to be, and how it is now.

Those days.

We were invincible.

Dustin was my anchor, which I clung to, only in Dust.

Basically I was bullied, most of the time because I never came with my dad for Father's Day.
he was not here.

He had long been lying in the dirt.

Dustin did not hesitate for a moment and shouted at them, the next day they continued, and Dust
snacked on some of them, and was suspended from school on my fault, just so I would not feel bad.

Such a Dust was, it is MY DUST.
Not giving a fuck, doing what's in his mind, what he thinks for right.

I never thought we would get into this situation, a situation where neither of us would communicate with the other.

It was not meant to be that way.

Nothing was supposed to end like this.

damn it.

Damn life.

I can not handle anything at the moment, just not able to do something.

I fold in a fetal position and play with both of my hands,
when I can no longer keep my eyes open, I let the sleep take me away, and close my eyes, changing the rhythm of my breathing to sleeping mood.

I am blinded by the bright light, just trying to hide but do not really succeed.

"Hazel," I hear and look at the hands wrapped around me, my head spins, everything turns black, and I feel those arms, approaching my neck, stroking, and coming down slowly.

I look last slowly and see Dust, Dust's hands bound, and the man touching my neck, touching Dust's neck.

" You chose," he mutters to his ear.
"Did you choose?" I ask as I begin to gasp heavily.

"He chose," the guy mumbles and pulls out a gun, from his back pocket.

My tears are starting to trickle down my face, what the hell?

"I love you, so much," Dust looks at me, reaching for his cheek and clearing the tears.

I narrow my eyes, collapsing on my knees.

When I open my eyes he is not there, where is he?

"Dust?" I ask in breaking voice.

"Dest?" I scream hysterically.

A shot is heard in the background and I feel my heart broken into pieces, my Dust is gone.

It can not be.

"Dust!" I scream.

"Honey, you're dreaming ," I feel an arm shake me, moving me from the side.

"no no!" I see the blood that on my hands, it can not be.

I feel the pain in my stomach grow but stop as soon as I open my eyes and notice the hand that Avery  Caressing.

"I'm ... sorry," I say stuttering Avery grab me to hug into her arms.

"You're fine," she mutters to my ears and kisses my head, nodding and breathing slowly.