The Fighter

Chapter 8

part 2

I dont know what i was thinking. I guess i wasn't thinking. We just kept kissing. He rolled on top of me, and we kept kissing. I finally pulled away, pushed him off of me and scooted a few inches away from him. He looked at me inisantly. Just like he always did. He never did anything wrong. He as Mr. perfect. Everything always seemed to be my fault, but when it wasn't my fault and i was upset about it, it was "no big deal". He'd never listened to my feelings, or maybe we'd still be together. Maybe i wouldnt of tried to kill myself if he would of at least listened to me. Maybe, just maybe. 

I just wanted him to know how i felt. 

It didnt seem to matter to him. He'd came here knowing i'd come crawling right back to him. I was desperate. I loved him. Not just the stupid little kid kind of love either. I was totally head over heels for this boy. And it seemed like he could care less. He just kept hurting me. 

Its my fault really. I was the one who kept going back to him. But can you blame me? I loved the guy, he was my bestfriend. F uck. He was my life. Even if he didnt love me like i loved him, i was determined to make it happen. And i wasnt going to give up either. 

I looked at him to see him starring at me. His eyes puffy. Then they widened.

"What?" I asked him.

"Someone's here.."

Sh it.

Sorry for the delay guys. I've been really stressed out lately, and couldnt bring myself to keep writing. But i hope i havent lost any of you readers! 

Thanks for sticking with me ♥