ROGUE

37 : What Does Sober Mean?

Your POV

I told Bella the whole story and by the time I had finished, we were both in tears.
It was obvious that she didn't know what to say, and all I could hear was the muffled sounds of the television which was flickering in my peripheral vision.

When she eventually spoke, I could hear the sympathy that drowned out the usual way her voice sounded. "Y/n, I'm so sorry that happened to you." She whispered.

I shook my head and furiously wiped my eyes.
"I just don't know how to get over it."

Bella looked at me as if I was dumb.
"Do you want me to tell you?"
Um, yeah. That would be helpful.
She didn't want for me to answer.
"You need to call him."

I scrunched up my face. "No way."

"Come on, Y/n." She reached for my arm. "You're in love with him, and by the sounds of it, he's in love with you as well. That's not something you should just throw away."

"But how can I forgive him?" My voice shook. "I don't think I can ever look past what he did to me. It hurts, Bella. It really hurts."

"Maybe you just need time." She said gently.

"No," my reply was almost too quick. "I'm done. I just need to stop thinking about him."
That's easier said than done.

"Okay." Bella nodded understandingly. "Just know that I'm here for you no matter what, and so is Ellie, and I'm sure the whole neighbourhood will be when they find out you're bac-"

"Ellie's dead." I interrupted her abruptly, hatred and betrayal present in my voice.

Time seemed to slow down as Bella's eyes widened and she sucked in a sharp breath.
"What?"

"She helped Ben hand me in to the damnation, and then he shot her."
No grief etched it's way into my voice.
I had lost all my respect for her - dead or alive.

Once again, Bella was speechless.
"She... She betrayed you?"

"Yeah," I nodded, trying to avoid eye contact. "But it doesn't matter anymore, I-"

A loud voice cut me off and two of Bella's older brothers; Bryan and Martin, waltzed casually into the room.
"Yo! Long time no see, Y/n." Bryan crashed down onto the couch next to me whilst Martin easily swiped the tv remote from Bella's hands and changed the channel.

"It's been a while." I replied flatly, rubbing my eyes which stung from all the crying.

"Yeah," Bryan looked at me. "Y'know everyone thinks you're dead right? I could barely believe it when mom said that you're staying here for a while, how you been anyway?"

Terrible. What does it fucking look like?

"Great." I said, my tone bored.
I hoped he would get the message that I really did not want to talk to anyone right now.

"Weren't you kidnapped by Jason McCann or something?" Martin flopped next to Bella and looked over at me, his eyes full of questions.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded, flinching visibly at the sound of Jason's name.

"Man, that's fucked up." Martin shook his head. "I bet he raped you and shit."
The chuckle at the end of his sentence just showed how little respect he had for both me and Jason.