Well, I know I haven't been writing a lot lately.. Just some stuff I have to take care of.. This chapter might be boring.. I dunno.. Just popped into my mind.. So well.. I hope you like it...
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Chapter 11~ I Must be Going Crazy~
Ella’s P.O.V.
What the fuck happened? I was laying on Bryan’s couch, head pounding, and body hurting. I slowly got up, not wanting to fall.
“Bryan?” I whispered, looking around. “Bryan?”
“Oww,” Bryan moaned. I looked down, and laughed. I just kicked Bryan.
“Well,” I giggled, “Can you drive me back? I don’t really want to walk an hour back.” I sighed, and turned around, heading towards the couch.
“Oh yeah,” He slowly got up, “do you want anything to drink or something?”
I looked down at the ground, “Uh sure? Water is fine.” He nodded, and went into the kitchen quietly.
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“Thanks,” I got out of the car, and waved. “I’ll text you later?”
Bryan gave me a smirk, “Yeah no problem, and sure.”
I walked inside, and heard the engine slowly drift away. Kate wasn’t home, she probably went to the hospital. I walked upstairs, and started blasting music. Ping ping ping. Slowly, I turned down the music, and headed towards my window. Ping ping ping. I pushed the window open, to find Matt with a few pebbles in his hands.
“Meet me outside,” Matt’s voice was low, and gloomy.
“Uhm, okay?” I sorta asked, turning around, and heading towards the door. I grabbed my phone before I left, and turned on the voice recordings, just in case.
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Matt’s P.O.V.
I headed down the stairs, and pushed the door wide open. I need to have a serious chat with this girl. I was standing on the sidewalk, rubbing my head from the confusion and pain. You could’ve died by now, I don’t think she’d care. The more I heard from that little voice in my mind, the angrier I got. Ella was walking out of her house, stashing her phone in her pocket. She stopped for a minute, and slowly continued to walk over. She stopped one foot away from me, her eyes as dark as a bear.
“What do you want?” Her voice was a bit shaky, but she was trying to hide it.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I growled back, not wanting to bring back any painful memories.
“About?” Ella looked down, and scratched her arm.
“Yesterday,” Her head shot up, and her eyes widened like an owl.
“What do you mean?” She asked concerned.
“Well,” I started, “I called Bryan, and he picked up his phone, by accident of course. I heard you and his conversation.”
“About?” She started to worry.
“About love,” I gave her a glare.
Ella just stared at me for a minute. I guess she was in shock. “Why would you care? I’ve known Bryan longer, and why does it matter?”
I didn’t know how to respond. Why do I care? Because you love her you fucking idiot. I got angry. “No I don’t,” I muttered under my breath.
I think she caught on to what I was saying, “You don’t what?”
I stared at her. I wanted to tell her, but how? How would I just tell her? I just stared at her, “Go home.” She looked at me, confused. “Go home.”
Ella turned around, “Well then, okay,” and walked back home.
Ella’s P.O.V.
I walked back inside, turning off the recording. He was quite mad. Because he loves you dumbass. No, no he doesn’t. I don’t even know him. How would he love me? He cares, doesn’t he? He asked about last night even though you don’t remember anything-which maybe you should go and ask Bryan about. My mind was right, he did care, but I know for a fact that he doesn’t love me. Why would he? I quickly texted Bryan, asking about last night.
Bryan’s P.O.V.
Then teach me how to love. Those words flashed through my mind multiple times. Did she say that last night? Of course she did you fool. I sat in the living room, not knowing what to do anymore. Should I just tell her? I shrugged, and just thought about it. Then, my phone started playing its ‘magical’ ringtone. Ella. I took my phone, and awkwardly read the text. Sighing, I replied as best as I could- since I couldn’t remember that much from last night. I’m pretty sure she got pissed off, because she never answered back.
Ella’s P.O.V.
What the hell happened? I couldn’t handle it, I didn’t know what to do. I needed someone to talk to, but who? There was only one person who would understand, who would know how I feel like, who knows what its like to feel the hate and pain. And it was my dad.
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~Vixz~
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