Chapter 6
It was three days later and my father was planning a hunting trip to find the wovles that I have seen in the woods. It was raining today and I really wanted to go see and demand Brock why he was ignoring me. If he thinks he can just get away with it he is dead wrong. His father Derek had said that he was sick but that was a week ago. He should be fine then. I was driving to his place.
However when I arrived there I saw Brock walking towards the woods. In this rain? Is he trying to get sick again? I hop out. "BROCK!" I call furious. He turns and looks at me in surprise. "Bucky go home." He says. What? He ignores me then jus thinks he can fuckig demand me to go home. That only fueled my anger more. "No! Just because I am a Omega and you are a Alpha does not mean that you can just fucking order me around! Why the hell are you ignoring me?" I ask. He walks closer. He had cut his long hair off. Suits him.
"Bucky just please." He says his eyes big and pleading. "You cut your hair?" I say softly and he sighs and closes his eyes. "Bucky this is dangerous. You can't go into anymore danger." He says and turns to walk off again. My heart is starting to hurt even worse, like the hole inside of it is getting even deeper. "So what, you promise you are never going to shut me out or leave and you are breaking it? That seems pretty fucking common in Alpha's." I say loudly and he growls and glares at me.
"I'm sorry. I know you are hurting and I am probably am making it worse by leavin right now." He starts. "Right you are." I snap and I start to cry. He won't even notice because of the rain. I can't even believe it. I am standing out here in the rain. Where it is freezing and I am soaking wet for another god damn Alpha. Way to go Barnes. Way to fucking go. "But I have to do this for a reason." Brock finishes and we both hear a shout. "Brock!" We both turn and see a group of teenagers. "So you are with them now. Huh? Let me guess they were the ones who are telling you to get me out of your life. Way to be a best friend. But now you are nothing to me." I say and turn. This time he could hear my sobs as I rush to my truck.
"Bucky!" He shouts and he looks panicked. Like he made a huge mistake, which he did. I hop into it and I start it. He runs towards me but I drove off before he even reached me. At some point I pull ovr to the side. I sob and I smack the steering wheel and scream as the pain gets ten times worse. I finally thought I was going to be okay but now someone else as to make it worse. I never thought it would be my best friend. I never thought in a million years tha it would be Brock Rumlow.
It was a couple of hours later I have finally calmed down enough to pull back onto the road and drive home. I need to go home. As I was driving I begun to think. What now? What is here in Forks to stay? Nothing, other than my father but he wants to send me away. It might be best if I do go to Jacksonville. A new fresh start might be best. Or maybe I can just run away. Change my name and go anywhere that I want. I sniffle and pull into my driveway. I step out and slowly walk into my house and stay silent as I walk up the stairs and close my bedroom door gently. I don't know what to do anymore.
Who is going to miss you if you just go away?
My brain taunts at me. I don't have Steve, or my best friend. My friends at school don't like me anymore and I am now being bullied. Maybe it was best that I just disappear off the face of the earth. Who is going to miss me?
No one. Who wants to be friends with you?
I stare at my bedroom wall. No, I can't. I will just bring unbearable pain to my father and mother. It wasn't fair to them if I can't handle one little break up.
But the break up wasn't little.
That's right. It wasn't one little break up. It was my first love, my first kiss. I trusted Steve so much and was willing to give my heart to him. Only to have him throw it to the ground and stomp on it. A tear falls but I made no move to wipe it away. I was just so done of crying but I keep on crying. I am just so angry but have no way of letting it go. I heard a knock on my bedroom door but I made no move. I didn't turn my head or nothing. The door opens. "Bucky? How did it go?" George asks. He knew that Brock was ignoring me. He was the one who gave advice to go see him.
"I don't have a best friend anymore." I whisper and more tears fall. He sighs and sits down beside me. He hugs me and we just sit there in silence. I close my eyes and drift off into a light doze.
Once again it's funny. I did not dream again.
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It was the next day. As usual I did go to school. I put my head down and continue walking hoping that nobody sees me. "Hey slut." Snarks one and I flinch. "Had anymore people in between your own legs?" Snarks another. It was funny for I was a virgin. I never had sex but it still hurts either way. I stay silent and I open my locker. I stare at the stuff in my locker. Why was I in this again? Oh yeah English. I grab my English binder and close my locker door. "Hey faggot, looks like you need a Alpha. You look like a good fuck." Says one of the football member and I looked afraid, hell I felt afraid and try to rush pass him.
He grabs my wrist. "Hey easy baby. I will take it easy." He says smugly and I struggle to pull it out. "Fuck you. Go fuck another on your fucking football team." I snap. "Oh your in for it princess." He snarls and I grab my pepper spray and spray him in the eyes. He screams and lets go. Some people cheer and I run off. I had enough of this fucking life.
I run out of the school and hop into my truck. Heh, funny it seems like my truck is my only friend. I drive and I remember the one day when I was with Brock (ignore the pain in your chest Barnes, ignore the pain) and I saw a group of people who as pushed one of the group members into the water off of a cliff. I need to feel alive again ad the only can do that is when I do something reckless. I drive to where you park your vehicles and I walk until I reach the edge of the cliff. I look down and I only felt more determine to do this.
I step back and I take off my jacket. "Don't do this." Say a voice that only sounds like Steve. "Why? I only feel pain and nobody likes me anymore. I need to feel alive again." Was the last thing I said as I run and jump. My stomach rolls as I feel free fall. I love it and I laugh and land into the water. I swim up and I laugh. That was awesome. I frown when I looked and saw a wave. Fuck. It lands on top of me and I gasp as I reach for air only to be pulled under the water again.
Okay sometimes I make stupid mistakes.
Fine, I make stupid mistakes all the time.
But who could blame me, right?
I open my eyes under the water and see blonde hair? What the hell? I squint and look closer only to realize a woman was swimming towards me. Oh shit, that is Sharon. I struggle and my head hit a rock and the next thing I see is darkness.
Well, fuck.