Not the end

by princessdancingsunshine3

This takes place after the triangle. But Lucas chose Maya instead of Riley. Now Riley is struggling trying to hide her feelings from everyone. With the help of Josh and her new friend, Cali. Will she be able to forget her first love? Or will she be pulled back in and fall in love all over again.? Trigger Warning for Rape

4. Chapter 4

(This is going to be a flashback chapter, multiple times; it might get confusing)

Farkle POV

Three Months Ago

*Knock knock knock*

I woke up and stared at my clock groggily. *knock knock knock* it was 11 o clock at night, who could be at the door? *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* they were getting more frantic now. I got out out of bed and dragged myself down the stairs. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* I opened the door to find the air knocked out of me. There was a small figure clinging to me. "Riley?" She pulled back, but kept her hands on my shoulders. I brushed strands of hair that were sticking to her face away to see her tear stained face. "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry... I just didn't know where else to go..." she took her hands off my shoulders and walked into the apartment. I shut the door, and walked over to the couch where she was now sitting. She was sniffling. "What happened?" She sighed. "What do you think happened? Feelings. They ruin everything... Lucas picked Maya..." "what?" She nodded. "When?" "Like an hour ago. I could hear my parents talking with her about it, they were excited for her... they didn't even care about me... I just.. had to get out of there." I hugged her. "I'm sorry Riley." "It's funny, I knew all along that he was going to pick her.. but I still had hope you know... well you know what Maya always says hope is for suckers...

Riley had come over a lot since then. Sometimes she would just want to talk about it, other times she would want to distract herself with a movie or something, most of the time she would just sit and cry for a while and I comforted her. And sometimes (like this night) were the worst.

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

*knock knock knock* I trudged down the stairs at 9 PM. I stopped when I heard a thud on the other side of the door. I approached it cautiously and looked through the peep hole. I didn't see anything. I opened the door slowly. I saw Riley on the ground. Her hair a mess and her makeup smeared. With her head propped up with on hand. She had a fancy dress on and looked like she had been running for a while, because it was raining outside and she was still wet.

She didn't even notice me until the door bumped against the wall. She looked up. She looked like a mess, and she seemed exhausted. I walked over to her and helped her up. She almost collapsed so I threw her arm over my shoulder and helped her into the apartment. I took her to my room and called for my maid. When she showed up I told her to run a hot bath and to bring some water. Once the bath was ready, I lifted Riley up off the bed and carried her into the bathroom. And sat her on the edge of the tub. The maid came in and took off her dress, but I was out of the bathroom by that point. I heard her yelp at the hot water. "It's too hot..." she said in a tired voice. I waited while the maids washed her and took care of her. They dressed her in the clothes I gave them. Which were one of my NASA shirts and sweatpants. When they were done they came out of the bathroom and gave me the ok for me to go in. One of the nurses gave me a look that scared me... it was a look of pure pity and sadness and she looked like she was going to cry. I went in and found her sitting down against the wall. Her legs were laid out in front of her. I looked at her and I realized that she wasn't just tired from running. She looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. She had bags under her eyes, eyes that didn't show life anymore. They weren't the sad ones I saw so often, they were just empty. I sank down to the floor and sat beside of her. "I'm sorry Riley..." she looked straight ahead. "I'm used to it." She laid her head on my shoulder, and we stayed there for a while.

After that night, I watched her every day. I saw the difference in her smiles. I saw her smile when she wanted to cry. She would come to me almost every night. But she wouldn't cry anymore. We would just lie down or sit on the ground and just talk. Or sometimes she would stare at the wall or off into space and I would stare at her. Wondering how we got here.

One night we were lying on our backs looking up at the solar system on my ceiling when she said something that really hit me. "Everything good here dies... even the stars." We didn't say anything for a while we just looked at the stars. And that's the first time I noticed. How broken she was.