We're All Crooked Young

-The next day- I unloaded all our things as we shoved them in our taxi.



It seemed like everyone was drained of energy but Ronnie seemed different.




She was colder towards me and we didn't talk at all on the plane ride home.




I was over thinking about sending her home. . Was it the right thing?





I said goodbye to everyone , all the guys looked worn out and all the girls were either half asleep on being carried on their boyfriend' s shoulder in a car to head home.





I waved goodbye to my lads and me and Ronnie got into the taxi.





I instructed the driver where to go and the engine roared to life.





I tried to hold hands with her , but she moved her hand away and rested it on her lap.



Well that hurt.




I bit down on my lip absentmindedly.



"Love, is something wrong? " I questioned and i looked her over.



A bloodthirsty rogue crew neck with rose tights and combat boots.




Her pastel purple hair was in a messy bun and her sharp piercing eyes were darted forward.




"No" she uttered practically hissing.



"Well then why have you been ignoring me... Did i do something wrong?" I questioned feeling nervous.



She didn't awnser me as we pulled up to the house. She got out and rushed into the house, angrily slamming the door.






I hurriedly grabbed the bags , paid the driver and rushed into the house.






I dumped all the bags in the living room and rushed up stairs where i heard crashing noises.





When I got to the bedroom , i saw her throwing her clothes and everything against against the wall and screaming. I ran to her and held her in my arms.




"Please tell me what's wrong? ! Ronnie talk to me! " i screamed and she struggled in my hold before collapsing into me.





"I can't ... it hurts to talk about. .. " she whimpered brokenly and i laid us down on the bed with her cuddling my ribs.




"Tell me.. Please" I begged.




I petted her hair and ran my hand up and down her back soothingly.







"I can't believe he's dead... I'll never get to see him again. . Ever. He's gone. .. He's was the only family i had left" She whispered brokenly burying her head in her hands and I bit my tongue hard.





"Don't be sad... You'll see him one day... you have to let the past be the past. .." I whispered nervously.




She looked up at me with green eyes blazing with anxiousness.






"I won't let the past be the past. . I'll avenge my brother. I bet whoever killed him was a lowlife , slums of the earth coward. .. They say he was shot in the back of the head. . That means the worthless piece of shit couldn't even look him in the eye and kill him. " she growled hissing and i swallowed thickly.






"Please calm down. .. all this negative energy isn't good for you. I'm going to run you a bath okay? " I offered and pulled her up into a quick kiss.




My heart was pounding in my chest. .. I need to get her out of here.





I went into the bathroom and closed the door , my full freak out was in high alert.





I felt like i couldn't breathe and I stared into the mirror to see myself sweating.





A part of me was telling me to confess , the other was screaming to stay silent.






I ran my hands through my hair roughly and breathed in deep before turning on the bathtub water.






After about 45 minutes of hyperventilating and stressing , the water was hitting the tip of the tub.






I turned off the water and stepped out of the bathroom.





"My love , your bath is read-" I whispered before noticing the room.
The house seemed silent and she was nowhere to be found.







I walked down stairs to see a note on the couch.






I opened it slowly and i could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest.





My heart stopped as i read it







'I'll avenge my brother. Goodbye Oliver'

Notes

Only a couple more chapters left.

Death was the decision most of you voted for.


*evil laughs* this is going to be fun. (;
and I'm making a sequel to my story 'This Isn't The Last Of Us'


-CrookedYoung ♡