Drabbles Through The Tears

by gayassgrandpa

A new series of drabbles, these ones beginning in 2015. I'm leaving the other one behind to be a memory of my writing prior to this year. These are all drabbles I've written and posted on my indie blog, or prompts I've written that I'm extremely proud of. Feel free to read, favorite, review, follow. It'll be updated as I feel the writing bug.

4. Chapter 4

" And I thought you loved me."

Shock stood, stunned at the words that had fallen from Peyton's lips after she'd come clean about everything she was feeling. It had turned into a massive argument because she'd admitted that at one time she had feelings for someone that she wasn't supposed to. That those feelings sometimes crept up on her.

She hadn't planned to kiss the girl, but she had and she needed to come clean to Peyton about what happened. If she didn't she would've hated herself more for not telling the truth. But now, she was feeling her world come crashing down, tears streaming down her face as she waited for Peyton to finish her speech.

That was it. That was the end of everything. That was the end of them. Peyton had just told her she couldn't even look at her, let alone be with her. So the blue haired girl stood, and nodded, moving to leave the dorm completely. She needed to get off campus and away from all of her emotions.

Taking off down the street once she got outside, Shock wasn't looking where she was going, she didn't care enough to. She'd just ruined her entire time on the campus. She wouldn't be able to go from one class to another without thinking about this. She couldn't go back to her dorm room and face Peyton. Ever. That would bring more heartbreak and heartache than she thought she could handle.

So she just ran. She closed her eyes and ran. Cars could stop if they needed to, they would have to because she had the right of way. Or, well, she expected she did. Until she ran across a red light and collided with a motorcycle that was making a turn. She flew off to the side, into the curb and bashed her head. She laid there for a moment before sitting up and looking to see that the motorcycle had recovered and made it down the street.

They hadn't stopped to see if she was okay, and her head wasn't bleeding too bad so she stumbled back to the dorm room and passed out on her bed, not crying. Not speaking. Out like a light from the blow. She didn't think anyone would check on her. No one cared enough to anymore. Peyton couldn't look at her so that ruled out her only friend and her love. She knew no one would care if she had a concussion, she couldn't even bring herself to care.