I Gave It All

Claudia's POV~~

I woke up next to Jake, who looked so adorable when he slept, I almost didn't want to leave the bed, but I did because the room was hot. I slid out from under the covers and I walked out into the living room. No one else was up yet, and it was still pretty early in the morning. I'm talking five am early. I sat on the couch and started to get a little cold. Only then did I realize that I was in my underwear, so I went back into the bedroom and put on some basketball shorts and a plain navy blue shirt. I then returned to the living room and sat back down on the couch.

"Hey slut." A man's voice said in my head. I confusedly looked around, and soon recognized the voice as my father's. I know he wasn't actually saying it, but it felt like he was. I shook my head and looked down the hallway, looking for some company. I looked in all the rooms and saw Ashley sitting up in his bed, texting or posting something on Twitter. He looked up when the door opened and smiled in a confused way. I walked in, shutting the door quietly.

"Hey.. what's wrong? You look like you're not feeling well." Ashley said.

"Nothing is wrong. I'm feeling fine, actually.. I just need someone to talk to, I guess." I said.

"Oh, well don't let me stop you from coming in all the way. You don't have to stand near the door." Ashley said. I walked over to his bed and sat on the very end.

"So.. something weird just happened." I said.

"What?" He asked.

"I was sitting on the couch, and a voice just... I don't know how to explain it.. but the voice was my father's." I said. Ashley looked at me and frowned a little.

"Whatever it was, you'll be fine. Just trust me." Ashley said. I cringed at the last three words that came out of his mouth.

"Is.. is there something wrong?" Ashley asked.

"I hate those three fucking words together." I said.

"What words?"

"Just. Trust. Me." I said.

"Why don't you like them?"Ashley asked.

"You really wanna know?" I asked. Ashley nodded and I sighed.

"Fine. Alright... in freshman year, this boy asked me to homecoming. He was a year older than me, and I didn't know at the time that asking someone to homecoming sweetly was completely romantic, like.. do you know what I mean?" I asked.

"Yeah, where the guy gets flowers, a giant bear, chocolates or whatever." Ashley said. I nodded and continued.

"Well, this guy...He didn't do anything like that. I didn't really want to go in the first place, so when he asked me, I said no. But then he said 'just trust me, it'll be fun'. So me, being the dumb bitch I am, went with him. So, the night of homecoming arrives, and I'm all dressed up and fancy in my long black satiny dress or whatever, and my hair is done, and makeup is perfect... whatever. So he picks me up and we take off. On the way there, it's silent and awkward as fuck in this guy's car. We're sitting at a red light.. and boom.. blood is everywhere and we're both on the ground. He blacks out, but I manage to call the police and whatever else. As I'm waiting there, my purse gets stolen, and obviously I can't do shit, because I'm lying on the ground with glass stuck in my arms and legs. The ambulance picks us both up and we head off to the hospital, me being conscience the whole time. I get all cleaned up, and I get to leave the next day, because I wasn't seriously injured. The car had hit the driver's side. So the next day before I leave the hospital, I ask to see the guy who was with me, but the nurses declined. I begged and begged until finally they let me see him. I walked into his room and smiled weakly. He was completely battered up. Bruises everywhere, a broken arm, a fractured jaw, and tear stained eyes." I was crying now, but I continued," I sat next to him and grabbed his hand tightly, reassuring him that I was still alive. And he said, '"Are you okay? Because I'm not.'" I had asked him why and he said,'" Because I didn't get to take you to homecoming. I know I'm not the most creative or most flattering guy, but my goal was to take you to your very first homecoming.'" I had told him that it was okay, and that it didn't matter, but he thought otherwise, because he had sat up and kissed me softly. That guy was my first kiss. Then.. about five minutes later, he umm.. He.. he died of severe internal bleeding." I said.

I looked over at Ashley who looked shocked.

"And guess what he said the minute before he passed." I said.

"What?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit.

"He said,'" That would've been one of the best nights of your life, and Claudia, I love you. I have for awhile now... just trust me."'" I said as tears flowed freely.

"W-What was this guy's name?" Ashley asked. I sighed.

"His name was Marco, and he was one of the sweetest guys I've ever met.. besides Jared and Jake." I said. Ashley nodded.

"I haven't told anyone about that ever before you. That crash left me with a shattered heart, and a couple scars from the major pieces of glass." I said. I looked down at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with Ashley. I stood up and walked out of the room before Ashley could say anything. I was met in the living room by a tired Jake and CC. They looked up at me and immediately walked over to me from the couch, asking what was wrong.


"I-I don't... want to talk about it." I said, my voice cracking a little. Ashley came out a minute later and sat on the couch, staring at the floor. Jake and CC left me alone and I sat on the couch next to Ashley, who hugged me.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"It's... it's okay Ashley. It happened seven years ago." I said. Ashley let go and looked me in the eyes, and then his eyes darted behind me to Jake and CC. I turned to face them, and they were obviously confused. I hugged Jake and cried into his shoulder. I hadn't cried about that night in six years. it was nice to let it out. Jake pulled me into him and rocked me back and forth. Jake pulled away from me and I looked up at him. His eyes were watering, while tears poured down my cheeks. He kissed me hard, and I sobbed into his lips before he pulled away.

Notes

So.. here's a depressing chapter for you. :( I'm not in the best mood... My dad called me slut.. and it just got to me, so I've been crying for awhile now. I hope you like it... I just needed something to distract me from that hurtful comment by dad said.. and that's writing. I don't cut.. by the way. That's not how I solve things that hurt me.. so yeah, I've been pretty upset.. My sister called me a slut once when I was ten. I obviously cried then too, cause that's not something nice to say to your ten year old sister.



Thanks for all the comments.. I really do appreciate every single one of my readers, and I hope you're all happy. If you're not.. message me. I'll gladly try and make you feel better, even though I'm not feeling the best of moods right now. I love you all, and stay happy, alright?