Torn

Chapter 32

Wilmer's POV

Demi left me. Demi's gone. There's no us anymore. It's over.

I sat in the drivers seat, finding absolutely no motivation to go home because I know once I leave there's no coming back.

Maybe if I wasn't so stupid she wouldn't of left me. Or maybe I should've bought her more things or told her I loved her more or took her to fancier restaurants.

Annie.

No, no, no. I've built such a strong bond sense this first started to give up now.

And it's all getting taken away from me.

I felt hot, steamy tears start running down my face as I began punching the steering wheel over and over and over again.

I kept punching the wheel until I felt my knuckles get raw and little blood patches begin to form. I.. I have to talk to Annie.

And that's what I'm going to do.

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"I'll go get her," Dianna promised and started walking to Madison's room.

I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands. Will Annie be happy I'm gone? Will she care? I'm not sure what her response will be.. But I know I'm not going to be around for a while and I just want to say goodbye.

I find it useless trying to come up with ideas to save mine and Demi's relationship but I can't stop thinking of different ways I could've prevented this.

"Wilmer?" Annie curiously asked as she took a seat across from me. "Are you crying? What happened? Is Demi okay?"

"Demi's fine," I assured her. Me, not so much.

"What happened?"

So I told her. From beginning to now. Or, I should say, end.

"Wait.. You're just going to give up?" She asked.

I nodded my head, "Demi needs space to think. I just don't think it's a good idea for me to keep bothering her,"

Annie looked genuinely upset and I hated it. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

"This.." She said, tears streaming down her face, "it's all my fault.."

I shook my head and sat beside her, "No, Annie. Don't think like that. It isn't your fault, I promise. Things are going to be alright, okay?"

"But what if you and Demi never get back together? I know I said I hated you but I didn't mean it!" She cried.

My heart broke into tiny pieces. I'm torn apart because of her crying over this, but she admitted she liked me. It's kinda to late, though.

"It's okay," I reassured her, "I know you didn't hate me."

"But," she said, "if I wasn't so stubborn and selfish none of this would be happening. I'm so, so, sorry Wilmer, I-"

"Annie," I soothed, "It's not your fault!"

I wrapped one arm around her as she cried into my shoulder. This is way more harder than I thought it would be.

"Annie, I have to go.." I said, standing up.

"Wait," she said fastly jumping from the couch, "Promise me you'll come back."

"I promise," I said.

"Please," she mumbled, her voice becoming shaky, "Don't leave. I didn't mean it! Let's go home, now. Come on! Demi w-won't be m-m-mad!" She tried pulling me towards the door but I stayed in place.