Frozen(59)

"Leave me alone, Darcy. Please," I said through my tears.

He was as silent as a mouse because I didn't hear him come into the room after me.

"I didn't mean what I said."

I sat on the side of his bed and reached down for my clothing. I didn't have my knickers, they were in Darcy's kitchen bin, so I grabbed my shoes and pulled my heels on instead. I stood up and uncaringly dropped the bed sheet from around my body. I wasn't embarrassed, if anything I felt disgusted. Darcy saw every inch of me last night, but he said it was a mistake so it meant nothing to him which meant changing in front of him would also mean nothing to him. I pulled my damp dress over my head and fixed it on my body.

"No," I sniffled, "you did mean it, you just didn't mean for me to hear what you said."

Darcy moved closer to me, I could feel him behind me.

"That's not true, Neala. I said what I did because-"

"I don't care why you said it, I just care that you said it. Last night shouldn't have happened, Darcy," I cut him off as I put on my blazer and turned to face him. "You were right. I did wake up regretting what we did. It was a mistake."

I lied.

I flat out lied through my teeth.

I didn't regret a single second of what Darcy and I shared, but I said I did because I refused to let Darcy know that he just broke my heart for the second time. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing me pulled one over on me.

"This is the last time I'm allowing you to having the ability to hurt me. I never want to see or speak to you ever again. You're a pathetic coward and if by some chance you even have a heart it's not working, it's frozen solid."

Darcy's face paled and his shoulders slumped.

"Neala... I'm so sorry. I feel horrible. Please."

I walked forward, and just as I was about to pass him by I pressed the doll box against his chest. "This should make you feel better, it's want you wanted after all, right? Well, lucky you, you got want you wanted. You win, Darcy. Congratulations"

Neala: 1 Darcy: 2.

I let go of the box and walked out of Darcy's bedroom then finally, after days of being trapped, I stepped foot out of his house. I made a silent vow to myself that I was never going to return.

"Neala?" Sean said when I clumsily stepped through the deep snow and headed toward him. It was difficult to get my footing with heels on, but I managed it. I doubt I looked like anything except an idiot, but at least I didn't fall.

I refused to look over in Justin's direction as I stumbled my way over to my brother.

"Bring me home. Please," I said as my body trembled.

Sean put his arm around me and quickly ushered me around his truck and into the passenger side. He helped me up into the truck then shut the door. The heat in the truck from Sean's journey up to Darcy's house sent shivers up and down my spine. My skin tingled and the pain that took up residence in my head eased slightly.

Sean shouted something to Justin who nodded his head and tracked his way through the snow and headed into Darcy's house. I looked away when Sean came around to the driver's side of his truck and got in. He started the truck and slowly backed up until he could turn the truck around and get us onto the road leading down the mountain.

I think I managed a minute or two before I burst into tears.

"Baby girl," Sean sighed and reached out with his left hand and rubbed my shoulder.

I lifted my hands to my face and shook my head. "I'm o-okay."

Sean removed his hand from my shoulder and changed the gears on his truck and focused on driving down the slippery mountain roads.

"Did he hurt you?" Sean asked.

I glanced at him through my fingers and noticed his knuckles were gripped onto the steering wheel so tight that they were turning white.

"Not in the way you think," I sniffled and wiped my eyes with my fingers.

Sean glanced at me. "In what way did he hurt you?"

I looked down and shrugged my shoulders. "He said we were a mistake, that we didn't go together. He said he regretted me."

The tears came again when I finished speaking and I hated myself for it. I wanted to be strong, I wanted to say 'fuck Darcy', but my heart hurt so deeply over him, over someone who one week ago I could care less about.

"Is that all he did?" Sean asked, his voice venomous.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah... I mean, when we... had sex... it hurt and I bleed a little, but Darcy said it was normal for me first time."

Things were silent for a moment until Sean growled low, deep in his throat, "I'm gonna fucking kill him!"

I widened my eyes and looked to him.

He was furious.

"Don't. It was c-consensual."

Darcy hurt me, but Sean would kill him if he thought he forced himself on me and that was the furthest thing from the truth. Sean looked to me and softened his eyes before he looked back at the road and narrowed his eyes again.