Someday, the Cookie's got to Crumble.
Chapter 1: Loose Yourself
After that night he saved me from getting… raped, I couldn't even believe how much I loved him. He fought for me and even though he really wasn't much of a fighter, he tried. He was protecting me and I'd never felt that kind of comfort before. No one's ever really cared about me before. But I felt guilty because I knew that we would both have a lot to deal with afterwards. He didn't know that Anson was in a gang or had a lot of friends and when it came out in the papers that he had died that night, I knew that it was all just going to get worse.
When we were desperate and willing to do anything for our safety, I saw how hard it was for him. How hard it was for him to take the gun and practically agree to assassination just to keep us both safe. That's what made me stick by all of his decisions even when I knew they weren't the best. Instead of killing someone again, he did the right thing and told the police and told them everything. I knew that this was one of the worst things he could've done because everyone knows that gangs hate the cops. This would only make them angry, but because we had no other choice, I agreed. He told his parents as well and they got a lawyer… and it was all for our safety. But when he got scared and realized that his life was in much danger, he started to drift away. I knew that I had to keep him or at least try to because he was all that I had.
I went to Vince (one of Anson's friends who told us that if we killed someone for him, he would leave us alone) and tried to make some kind of negotiation. Turned out that the only thing that would make him leave Drew alone was… me. He wanted me and because of how desperate I was to save Drew, I gave him what he wanted. I felt dirty and uncomfortable but it was a choice I had to make. Some would call it prostitution, but I would call it sacrifice. When I saw Drew at school and told him that his safety was taken care of, he said we could go our separate ways.
And now, here I stand, hurt and broken. He obviously didn't want anything to do with me anymore. I didn't blame him. I wouldn't want me either.
"I'll disappear." I said with tears about to roll down my cheek.
As I turned around and allowed the tears to fall, I saw everyone looking at me. No one at school would've even imagined seeing me, Bianca, cry. I was always strong, tough and confident and usually left the crying at home on my mother's bed that she rarely used due to the fact that she was never home. Before Drew, I'd never imagine having anything serious with a boy but with him, I'd imagine getting married or even having kids.
I walked to an abandoned street with old, wooden houses and closed shops. I sat down on the snow covered ground and started crying my eyes out. I never intended on going home, or anywhere for that matter. I lay in the snow, completely unaware that my bare legs were almost frozen and stared up at the sky pitying myself. I bolted up once I heard someone screaming and it sounded like they were getting beaten up.
"Ah!" the familiar voice yelled.
I then realized it was Drew's voice. He needed help. He was there for me and I had to be there for him even though he had just broken my heart into a million pieces.