Three weeks later. Lexi had finally gotten me to spend a night at my house.
I had missed sleeping in my own bed, alone.
But it has felt lonely.
So I got up and showered. Then dressed and got in the car.
I stopped at Dunkin' Donuts on the way to Lexi's house.
When I got to Lexi's it seemed quite.
I put my key in, and let myself in. Setting the food and coffee on the counter I head up to Lexi's room.
A room that I know so well, probably more so than my own.
Opening the door I saw something I had feared for months. I hadn't believed it to be true.
The girl I loved. The one who I know had loved me. The beautiful, bright, stunning girl.
Was just hanging there.
Her arms covered in marks, as well as her legs.
I couldn't handle that.
I cried. And called the cops, like they tell you too.
I was so hurt, and upset. I didn't even think to call her friends or her parents.
I pulled her down and just kept saying,"You're okay. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It's okay. It's over now. Wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me. Don't you dare do this to me. I love you so much. Please come back."
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Teen Fiction(Book 2: Don't Stop just Go) (You don't have to read them in order. It's all the same story, just from three different peoples views.) Dominick. The story of a bet. Turned love. Turned tragedy
