The Writings #2

1.5K 66 2
                                    

 

   He told me he was sixteen when it happened

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

   He told me he was sixteen when it happened.  It happened all too soon.  He doesn't blame her, he blames himself.  He was controlling the vehicle therefore it was his fault.  No matter how stupid she was for distracting him whilst driving.

   He doesn't blame the family either for hating him.  For hating his family, for pretending that the family friendship ever existed.  He felt he was at blame so there was no point in trying to convince a grieving couple that their daughter was handsy with while behind the wheel.

   He dropped out of school when they came back.  It seemed that the story of a young woman dying at the scene of a tragic motorbike accident, in the papers.  Leaving him with a severely scrapped and broken arm and bruised ribs.    Some town folk had realised that it was him from the injuries that were written of the driver.  They stared and judged.  So he dropped out, working full time at his fathers mechanics shop, learning everything he could about old classics and vintage models.

   He stopped riding his Harley Davidson.  Stashed it away and never looked at it.

   His family wished he wasn't hard on himself.  They understood.  Things happen in life and unfortunately this happened to them.

   He never touched another girl after her.  Relationship wise he never could romantically.  He admitted to a few flings here and there but it was never on a intimate level.

   Until me.

   "You brought back memories and feelings.  You've been the only girl I've felt this way about, it's been kind of unhealthy really," he had whispered in my neck, in the back of his car.

   I didn't think of it as unhealthy, unhealthy was loving someone to the point where you don't know what you do without them, you plan your days around them, going to sleep dreaming of them and waking up waiting for their good morning.

   At which, I was completely and utterly unhealthy.

__________________
A/N.
I'm going to try and update one of these writings with an actual chapter as well if I can x

Aesthetically Vintage |Punk!H.S|Where stories live. Discover now