Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.

We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


60. Chapter 059



The pavement is cold and harsh against the back of my head. The night sky was cloudy and mucky looking – a sign of rain. My lip begins to quiver as I feel tears stinging my eyes, all I can think about is my baby girl. The sirens are still screaming in my ears, the lights flashing all around me.
They told me I’m fine, just a few minor scraps, cuts, and bruises. But Emmy, I don’t know.. they haven’t told me a word about her or Katie’s state right now.
All of a sudden the sound of my beautiful little baby girl’s crying comes to my attention and I lean up, turning my head in all directions possible trying to find her. I need to make sure she’s okay.
“Sir, please be still.” A police woman tells me, her hand pushing on my chest to keep me from moving anymore. I swat her arm away from me and hurry to my feet. Her pleading doesn’t stop me at all.
Katie.. I need to see my baby.” My throat is dry and my words are barely auditable, but I don’t have to give her an explanation anyways. My only damn priority right now are my girls.
My eyes dart to the spot of the crash, the car I was in just minutes ago is flipped over in a ditch – and I don’t see either of my girls. Just when I thought I had lost every damn piece of me, I hear that crying again. Thank God.
“Katie!” I yell out towards her direction. I don’t hesitate to begin sprinting over to her. My body is aching but I put my worries and needs aside and focus on my daughter – my whole life.
“Sir, we can’t let you see her.” A man of some sort of authority grabs my arm and turns me around, my back to my precious little angel.
“No! I need to see her, you don’t fucking understand! That’s my child, I need to see her!” I yell at him, trying my best to fight back and get free of his grip on my elbow. But it doesn’t take me much longer to realize just how weak I am right now.
“I do understand, sir, but we need to get to the hospital. Both of them. You’re lucky, you know.” He informs me of what I wanted to know for what seems like so long now. I stop my fighting back and turn my head to look dead in his eyes.
Lucky?” I furrow my eyebrows at him as I pause. Just as I thought I was going to lash out at him like I sadly do to most people, including the ones I love, I finally break free of his grip.
I drop to my knees.
My back to the accident. My ability to breath is suddenly becoming harder – my heart continues to race entirely too fast. A few shivers run through my body as the cold wind hits my skin. More tears begin to stream down my cheeks, dropping to the cold, hard ground. As my eyes start to heavily flood, the sky opens up and rain drops suddenly start falling.
I look up to the dark sky, seeing the moon through a few broken up clouds. The rain doesn’t let up, it just continues to pour. Maybe it’s a sign? Or maybe it’s just the weather..

No. It’s a sign. The sky is breaking, cracking so bad that the water is falling through – it’s all falling apart. Just my life, my family.. Just like me.


Feel bad for harry :(

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