Lend Me Your
Heart
Fifty-Four
Zach’s POV
“F*ck,” I muttered as I walked away from Layne, who
was still kneeling on the ground in the freezing rain.
What the f*ck did I just do?
I bit my lip, my brow creasing in worry.
My stomach started to churn unpleasantly, to point where I
thought I might throw up the three bottles of booze I drank
before Layne and Joey showed up.
I felt like one of those old cartoon characters with an angel on
one shoulder, telling me to do the right thing, and a devil on
the other, telling me to do what made sense.
Staying with Layne made sense; that was the evil part.
But, sometimes reality doesn’t make sense, and I think both
Layne and I needed to realize that.
Erica saved me from doing something stupid, though.
She told me Layne would be better off without me, and she was
right.
I was so grateful Erica showed up tonight, because if she
hadn’t, I would’ve stayed with Layne and I
would’ve put her in more danger.
And God…God I loved her.
When you love someone, the last thing you want to do is hurt
them.
I’ve hurt Layne continuously, like it’s my f*cking
job.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I knew I was ruining her life and I knew that the longer I stayed
in it, the worse things were going to get for her.
Bad luck revolved around me.
Though, seeing her on the ground crying like that broke me; it
twisted my stomach in anxious knots, wondering whether I did the
right thing or not.
It made me so nervous.
I knew, however, that she’d get over me soon.
There are loads of nice guys at school who’ve been dying to
take her out, nice guys with pleasant families and great futures
ahead of them.
Layne would be so much better off with a guy like that.
It was nice of me to leave her in retrospect, right?
I was doing her a favor by breaking up with her first; I saved
her.
It was the absolute least I could do after everything
I’ve done to hurt her.
If only I could’ve left Aiden.
If only I was never born.
If only, if only, if only.
Tonight was the first night in a while where I felt like
I’d finally made the right choice.
God knows I didn’t make the right choice one year ago
today.
Aiden probably would’ve killed me by now for leaving
Layne.
He’d probably say something along the lines of, “You
c*nt.”
He grew up in a big, Irish family; it was their thing to swear
like that.
The very thought of him and his family brought tears to my eyes,
which wasn’t a good thing considering I’d just
re-entered the party and already had a few tear stains on my
cheeks after seeing Layne like that.
He was like my f*cking brother.
Jesus (or as he would say, Jaysus- he liked to imitate his
father’s Irish accent).
Pictures of Aiden and Layne kept coming into my mind; enough of
them to make me feel like I was dead.
Maybe breaking up with her wasn’t a good idea.
No, f*ck it, of course it was a good idea.
Erica knew what she was doing when she told me to let Layne
go.
Then again…why the f*ck should I have trusted Erica?
I was a little bit drunk when she talked me into leaving my
girlfriend, so why did I feel like it was a good idea?
I don’t know.
My head immediately started to hurt, with all these contradicting
thoughts running through my head.
The party had continued like nothing happened after I left Layne
outside, but I couldn’t help but notice all the
disappointed, sympathetic stares I was getting.
I walked into the kitchen, opened the cooler, and cracked open
another beer when I suddenly felt a hand on my
shoulder.
Who do you guys think it is?
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takemetoneverland* · 1 decade ago
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asdfjkl; </3 they need to get back togther ! This is the best story Ive ever read . Next chapter please lovely ? :* thanks xoxo <3