In the Moment (E3 One Shot)

Sick and tired of being tossed around and cheated on, you break up with your boyfriend Keaton Stromberg. But things only make a turn for the worst, nothing goes as planned.


7. Dissension

     Wesley looked towards his brother as Keaton hid his face beneath the hospital's blanket.

"Wait you mean..."

           Keaton mumbled a "Yeah" before Wesley could finish.

"I'm sorry man but she's, she's no reason for you to try and kill yourself, Keaton. That was your mistake. I told you she'd find out about that girl. I told you not to do it but you didn't want to hear it. And now you're too pussy to face the consequences and you tried and escape it all. But that's not how this is going to work Keaton. You're going to learn from your mistakes and you're going to walk out of this hospital a new man. You'll find another girl and..."

     Keaton sat up again and glared at Wesley.

"I don't want another girl. I want her. I want (y/n). Is that so hard for you to understand? I told her I was sorry and I told her that I'd change but she didn't want to hear it!" Keaton said harshly and raise his voice.

     Wesley was shaking with anger. How could Keaton be this stupid?

"Sorry isn't going to change the fact that you fucked some skank while you had a girlfriend. Sorry isn't going to fix anything this time Keaton, and neither is cutting or trying to kill yourself. She's not gonna feel bad for you. I don't even feel bad for you. You are just weak and that's how I see you now. You're just a weak selfish piece of trash. And you're right. Maybe I shouldn't have saved you. Maybe I should have just left you there to die so you could have realized the mistake you had just made."

     Wesley shook his head and stood up taking his phone out of his pockets.

"I'm calling mom."

     With saying that he walked out pressing the phone to his ear.

     Keaton watched his brother walk out. He looked to his bandaged arms again and began to unwrap them. They were ugly. The more scars he revealed the more disturbed he became. His arms were no longer soft and smooth, they were bumpy and rough. He couldn't bare the sight. He wrapped them back up swallowing hard.

     His phone lit up on the table beside him. He reached for it and read the notification. It was twitter. He opened the app and read through his mentions many said "stay strong" or something along the lines of that. He was trending world wide and it hadn't even been that long since everything had happened. How did everyone find out so quickly? His phone vibrated in his hands, it was a text from you.

"Thanks for everything. Suddenly I have become the bad guy In this situation. Your fans are all so lovely sending their hate to me. I really appreciate it."

Great. More stress. Just what I need.

     He didn't want this to happen. Everything had backfired on him. He opened twitter again and made a tweet.

"- Hey guys thanks for all of your support I love you all. But please stop sending rude things to @(y/t/n) she is as much of a victim as I am."

   He opened his messages again and replied with only a sorry to you before he put his phone away. Keaton laid back down in his bed and pulled the blanket over his head. He was safe under there. Nothing could hurt him under the covers.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...