Bang, Goes The Gun
Break Up
Caz’s POV
I watched Josh walk off and I couldn’t help feeling that he was doing things behind my back, but I didn’t give myself much time to think about it. I was late. I hurried along the road the opposite way, occasionally looking back. I was meeting Dom at his bus stop, which I knew quite well.
I picked up my pace as I noticed I was ten minutes late. My grubby converse were hanging on my feet. Really not wanting to be there. I tapped all my pockets to make sure that my phone; ipod and my purse were in there. I grinned.
As I hurried down the empty road I pulled up my studded belt that were not helping my tight but big, grey trousers stay up. I started to slow down as I saw his bus stop.
He wasn’t there.
I had time to rest. I sat on the bench by the bus stop to wait for Dom.
As I sat on the bench… I listened to everything around me. It was so quiet, but I had my worries… that someone was watching me.
I felt so guilty… my brother had no guilt about what we’d done. At all. Guilt and conscience free! I don’t know how he does it. He’d always been the one to get things wrong in my family, not me. I was the good one.
Why has this happened to me?
“Caz?!” Someone yelled. I recognised his voice immediately
“DOM!” I yelled. I ran up to him and hugged him ever so tightly. Like I hadn’t seen him in years.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said
“No worries!” I said, “I was late anyway.” I was beaming.
For some reason, all my fears and doubts went away when Dom was near me.
“How are you?!” I said
“Good I guess,” he said a bit quietly.
“So, where do you wana go? I mean we don’t have long. Only about three hours, but I don’t care as long as I’m with you!” I said really happily.
I love him so much! I pulled on his hand, but he let go and stood still.
“Dom? What’s wrong?” I asked. My heart stood still.
“Caz… we need to talk.” At those words, my heart dropped down to my feet and back up.
“W-why?” I asked
“I think it’s best if we break up.” He said.
Ouch. The bullet hit my heart. I was dead.
“Sorry.” He said.
I froze. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was drop to my knees and cry. I cried. He touched my head and said
“Sorry.”
I heard him walk off. I’d never felt this way before. He’d ripped my heart out and stamped on it. I sat there crying.
When it began to rain, you couldn’t tell weather it was the tears, or the rain running down my face and making my make up run.
I watched Josh walk off and I couldn’t help feeling that he was doing things behind my back, but I didn’t give myself much time to think about it. I was late. I hurried along the road the opposite way, occasionally looking back. I was meeting Dom at his bus stop, which I knew quite well.
I picked up my pace as I noticed I was ten minutes late. My grubby converse were hanging on my feet. Really not wanting to be there. I tapped all my pockets to make sure that my phone; ipod and my purse were in there. I grinned.
As I hurried down the empty road I pulled up my studded belt that were not helping my tight but big, grey trousers stay up. I started to slow down as I saw his bus stop.
He wasn’t there.
I had time to rest. I sat on the bench by the bus stop to wait for Dom.
As I sat on the bench… I listened to everything around me. It was so quiet, but I had my worries… that someone was watching me.
I felt so guilty… my brother had no guilt about what we’d done. At all. Guilt and conscience free! I don’t know how he does it. He’d always been the one to get things wrong in my family, not me. I was the good one.
Why has this happened to me?
“Caz?!” Someone yelled. I recognised his voice immediately
“DOM!” I yelled. I ran up to him and hugged him ever so tightly. Like I hadn’t seen him in years.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said
“No worries!” I said, “I was late anyway.” I was beaming.
For some reason, all my fears and doubts went away when Dom was near me.
“How are you?!” I said
“Good I guess,” he said a bit quietly.
“So, where do you wana go? I mean we don’t have long. Only about three hours, but I don’t care as long as I’m with you!” I said really happily.
I love him so much! I pulled on his hand, but he let go and stood still.
“Dom? What’s wrong?” I asked. My heart stood still.
“Caz… we need to talk.” At those words, my heart dropped down to my feet and back up.
“W-why?” I asked
“I think it’s best if we break up.” He said.
Ouch. The bullet hit my heart. I was dead.
“Sorry.” He said.
I froze. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was drop to my knees and cry. I cried. He touched my head and said
“Sorry.”
I heard him walk off. I’d never felt this way before. He’d ripped my heart out and stamped on it. I sat there crying.
When it began to rain, you couldn’t tell weather it was the tears, or the rain running down my face and making my make up run.