Author's Note;
HA! Two updates in one night:D
I wrote another chapter 'cause I can't sleep so yep.
Anyways I guess the ending of the last chapter wasn't much of a cliff hanger since I posted the next chapter a few hours later, but all well:P
Hope you guys enjoy! I bet you'll love what Number 3 isxD
I wrapped my arms around myself in a hug as I stood in the middle of Derek's loft. Pulling my favourite grey sweater tighter around myself I tried to warm myself but couldn't succeed. It seemed like all the warmth had left me when I'd let out all those tears.
Guess a piece of me really did die when I walked out of that apartment.
"So are you going to tell me why you cried all over me?" Derek asked as he stood in front of me.
"Because I was upset" I replied sharply, but there was no real emotion to it. Even know I always had to be so witty, didn't I? Damn pride.
"Why?" he said shortly,
"Because of him" I muttered, glaring darkly at the poor floor that'd never done anything to me.
"Him who?" Derek asked,
"Why do you care?"
"Him who?" Derek's glare made me answer the question this time.
"The guy who calls himself my father" I mumbled,
"What happened?"
"What always happens"
"Which is…"
"None of your business"
Derek looked at me, but I refused to look at him preferring to stare at the floor. At least I wasn't glaring at it anymore. I heard Derek sigh and then footsteps climbing up the metal staircase, my gaze never left the floor as I waited for Derek to return, a soft thud sounded in my ears and then the words;
"You can sleep on the couch" followed once more by footsteps walking up the staircase.
I had no idea what time it was but was suddenly exhausted; walking to the couch I saw that Derek had thrown a sleeping bag on the piece of furniture.
Without another glance, I unzipped the item and crawled inside, falling asleep almost instantly.
I groaned softly when I woke up, bright sunlight streamed through the large window and my back had a cramp in it. My eyes opened and I froze when I took in my unfamiliar surroundings; but then I remembered what had happened and squeezed my eyes shut again, hoping that it was all a dream. That the empty feeling inside of me wasn't really there.
When I opened my eyes again Derek's loft was still there accompanied by the hollow feeling inside of me. Great. Everything had happened. I went through everything in my mind before I sat up. I blinked a few times, my eyes feeling raw. Running a hand through the tangled mess of my hair, I quickly tied it up in a loose bun, then zipped back up the sleeping bag and folded it neatly.
I planned to be out of there before Derek even knew I was gone, but of course nothing ever went to plan. Oh no. That was just to storybook perfect for me.
"You going to tell me what happened now?" Derek asked from behind me, I turned while shaking my head,
"It's still none of your business"
"I'll take that as a no then"
"Like I said, what always happens" I sighed.
"But what always happens?"
"He gets drunk, yells and then storms off" I said, giving the incredibly brief and not 100% true version of what always happened.
"And you were crying because…"
"I was sick of it and ran away" I mumbled,
"Ah." Derek sighed, understanding coloured his voice,
"Still doesn't sound like a reason to run away…"he added.
"Whatever" I sighed, turning away from him, I couldn't believe I thought that maybe, just maybe someone would be sympathetic towards me, but oh no. That would never happen to me.
What was the old saying? Bad things happen in three's? I wondered what my three were going to be.
Let's see, obviously the first was running away accompanied by the hollow feeling. I wondered what Number 2 and 3 would be. I picked up my duffel back and headed for the door.
"Oh and remember that it's a full moon in two nights!" Derek called after me as I walked out; hearing those two words, 'full moon' made my blood freeze. This would be my first ever full moon. Boy would it be interesting.
So that was Number 2.
I dreaded to know what Number 3 was.