He's mine

.10.

It was weird for me to say this but, I wished school was still in progress. Then I'd have a chance to actually see her face instead of gazing at her stolen pictures.

I laid on my bed an arm supporting my head while the other scrolled through my gallery. Gazing at the pictures I took of her catching her of guard. I missed her, missed her scent, missed her laughter, missed her smile, missed her snarky comments and missed her eyes.

No camera could be able to capture the intensity of her blue eyes. I was sure of that. I switched if the phone and made due with reminiscing about her.

Why do I feel like I'm behaving like she's dead.

I am a coward and I'm very much aware of my stance I keep running away.

I wasn't always the only child. I had an der sister, Clara.

We were inseparable although she was two years older than me. A head cheerleader but she wasn't into the bitchy attitude and all. The school adored her, everyone did.

She was nineteen. I just turned sixteen when it happened. A football game, we won. I was the star of the game cause I got the last run, I wasn't really muscular and all but I was a runner in the team and got a touchdown.

I remember how excited we all were. How happy she was for me. Football was a hobby but I loved it with passion. She knew this and stayed back to watch my game.

I begged her to follow me to the party a friend was hosting. I was freshman then. It was kind of a surprise that I scored a goal but it was still a celebration. At first she didn't want to but I begged her and we drove down together.

I got drunk and she told me to sober up. I didn't, instead I went searching for my girlfriend, Jessica Moore. It was hard to believe it but we were dating, the queen b***h and I. Yeah.

Xx

Instead of hanging around with her friends, I opened a room that I thought would be empty and saw her in bed with Blake.

Yes, the same guy that Jade punched.

I felt torn. Blake wasn't my best mate or anything and it wasn't like I loved her. I just didn't expect her to be cheating.

"Congratu-fuking-lation" I said loudly for both if them to hear. Jessica pulled back, the crop too she was wearing had gone if leaving her in a black tank too and her booty shots were at her knees.

She stared at me her make up smudged and dishevelled hair, her eyes as wide as Bambi's.

"Drew" she whispered untangling herself from Blake,who had a smirk all through. I turned around and slammed the door shut giving them the privacy which they deserved.

I stormed out to the stairs rage clouding my vision doing nothing to sober me up. I heard the slam of the door again and the shouting of my name.

"Drew!" Jessica kept screaming as she chased after me. I logged downstairs, trying desperately to avoid the attention she was causing. Looking around my eyes caught Clara, who stared at me confusion in her face.

I made my way through the crowded sea of people to the front door. To my surprise Clara was already there a small frown on her face.

"What's wrong Andrew" she spoke softly. I ignored her and made my way to the car.

"Drew" she called in warning.

"I'm going home" I replied. She shook her head. "Then let me drive" she said soft and convincingly.

I shook my head " I need to clear my head" I said.

" Your still drunk" she said. She was right. Although I was able to coordinate my sentences my movement weren't together in that.

"I'm not I said as we finally reached the car. I drew the handle but it didn't budge.

Then I remembered you were meant to open it first.

I pressed the button on the car keys and it opened. I drew it this time and it flew open.

"Drew please let me drive" she begged. I ignored her and slid into the driver seat putting the key into the ignition and starting up the car.

I watched my sister get frustrated as people began to surround the car to see what was happening. She jogged over to the passenger seat and pulled the door to be met with it tightly shut.

"Drew" she shouted loud as she hammered the window. I opened all doors allowing her to step into the car. She sat down and adjusted her self before putting on her seatbelt.

She took a glance at me. "Drew seat belt" she commented. Begrudgingly I gave into her request my mind in a hazy mess.

I could feel her worried eyes penetrating through my skull but I paid no his as I attempted to put the keys in the ignition but failed woefully.

"Are you sure I shouldn't drive?" Clara asked, worry dripping in her voice. I ignored her tying once more to inset the key.

I failed. I tried the third time and then finally it slid through. I turned on the ignition and hit the gear in reverse.

Instead the car tumbled forward. "Andrew..." Clara said in a warning yet concerned tone.

I sighed loudly and hit the steering wheel, it let out a 'honk' frightening Clara as she shook in her seat. "You can either stay on this car with me or you can get of and continue the party." I shouted at her. She kept her mouth shut, her hands trembling on her lap.

I felt guilty but she was asking for it by getting on my nerves. This time I successfully hit the reverse and made my way out of the parking lot, a little to recklessly.

Every now and then Clara would say something to persuade me to give up the wheels but I didn't budge.

Then I snapped once her pestering became what a drunk dude considered over bearing.

"You want the wheels so bad?" I questioned my voice slurring yet my anger coming across perfectly "here have it" I said as I removed my hands from the steering wheel, raising them up in mock surrender and letting the car swerve dangerously.

Clara's eyes widened in fear as she leaned forward her seatbelt tugging her back. I kept my hands up feeling dizzy at the irregular motion of the car.

" Drew keep your hands on the f*****g wheel" she cursed at me. It wasn't a normally sight to see my elder sister so full of rainbows and butterflies curse.

I rolled my eyes as I moved forward for my seatbelt to jerk me back.

I looked to my side to see my sister's angry face. She glanced at me and turned her head away, meanwhile I let seat belt loose managing to keep one hand on the steering.

"Andrew!" Clara said but it was to late. I looked to my side. I'd been so cut up that I didn't notice we'd come to a test junction and just where the passenger seat was a truck was less than a meter.

Before I could react it hit us... Way to hard.

The last thing I could remember before going blank was the shards of glass sticking out on my sister's back, the blood gushing through her throat and the empty hollow look in her eyes.