|Leave Out All The Rest
Author: IFoundHopeInYourHateForMe PM
This is just something I wrote, I hope you like it. Thanks to RedLuna for being my awesome beta reader.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 1,348 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7063093
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Disclaimer: I do not own American History X, Only My OC. Lyrics belong to Linkin Park. This does not exactly go by the movie, its mostly just from my mind lol. So I hope you like it.
I was missing,
You were so scared,
But no one would listen,
'Cause no one else cared,
After my dreaming, I woke with this fear,
What am I leaving,
When I'm done here?
So if you're asking me,
I want you to know….
Candace woke up to the sound of yelling. She sat up in bed, holding the sheets against her body. She looked towards the left to see Derek pulling up his boxers before sitting down to pull on his boots. "Derek, what's going on?" She asked.
Derek turned to look at his girlfriend. "Nothing you need to worry about, baby," He replied, "just stay here." He gave her a kiss then leant over to grab a gun from the nightstand, getting up to head for the hall.
"What the fuck, Derek?" Candace grabbed one of his shirts, throwing it on as quickly as she could. "What's going on!" She followed him as he moved into the hallway.
Derek whirled around to face his girl. "Shut the fuck up and stay in the room!" He pushed her back towards the bedroom then headed down the stairs.
Candace stood at the bedroom door, debating whether or not to follow him or to stay put. She was just about to head back into the bedroom when gunshots went off. She ducked won to the floor almost on instinct. "Derek!" She shouted, crawling towards the stairs. She clutched onto the railing as she made her way down the stairs and was about to open the door at the end when a hand caught her arm.
"Don't go out there, Candace."
Candace turned to see Danny there. His face was pale. "Let go, Danny!" She pulled her arm free of him, opening the door. She could hear Derek yelling at some black male, the same one from the basketball court. What she saw next, however, made the color of her skin turn whiter then it ever had been.
"Put your fucking mouth on the curb," Derek said. He was pointing his gun at the black man's head. "Put it on the curb right now!" The man bit onto the curb with fear written all over his face. There was a hint of happiness in Derek's voice as he spoke again. "That's it."
Candace ran out into the middle of the lawn. "Derek, no!" She screamed. But it was all too late. She fell to her knees as sirens started blaring and lights flashing, the voice of a cop soon accompanying both.
"Put your hands up! I said put them up!"
Derek raised his hands, putting them behind his head. He turned towards Candace with a smile on his face. "It's okay, baby, don't cry. I'll be back, so don't you forget me."
A cop came forward to cuff Derek before throwing him into the back of the police car.
Danny helped Candace up, walking her back towards the house. She turned her head back towards the police car to see Derek mouthing, "I love you," with that same smile on his face.
It had been three years since that day that would haunt them all for the rest of their lives.
When my time comes,
Forget the wrong that I've done,
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed,
And don't resent me,
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory,
Leave out all the rest,
Leave out all the rest…
Candace stood with Danny and his mother, waiting nervously outside of the jail for Derek. The gates finally opened to let someone who they loved walk out—Derek.
"My baby!" Doris cried, throwing her arms around Derek.
"Hi Mom, it's good to see you," Derek laughed. He kissed her cheek then Doris let him go so that Danny could engulf his brother—no his hero—in a hug.
Candace stood back as the two exchanged words, not wanting to ruin the family moment. She was about to get back into the car, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing her arm and whipping her back around.
"Where are you going, baby?" Candace smiled at the question as Derek pulled her to him, embracing her in a tight hug. "I haven't seen, held, or kissed you in three years. It feels so good to have you in my arms again." Derek pulled way from her so that he could bend down to catch her lips with his.
"It's good to have you back, babe," Candace said, against his lips. "I've missed you so much."
Her words just made him smile and kiss her again.
Don't be afraid,
I've taken my beating,
I've shared what I've made,
I'm strong on the surface,
Not all the way through,
I've never been perfect,
But neither have you,
So if you're asking me, I want you to know…
It was just Derek and his girl that night. They finally got to be together after three years apart. They were lying in bed together now with the sheets wrapped around them. It was silent as they held each other, neither having anything to say.
Derek ran his hand along her back until his eyes started to linger on the Neo-Nazi tattoo over her left breast. He could remember making her get it back when they first started dating. "Baby, why did you do it?" He asked, eyes still fixed on the tattoo.
"Do what?" came the tried reply.
"Get this tattoo," Derek said. "Why did you listen to me?" He shifted his gaze back towards her face now.
The answer came in a low voice. "Because I loved you, I still do, and wanted to make you happy."
Derek kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm sorry," He murmured.
"For what?" Candace asked.
"For everything," Derek said. "I promise you everything will be different now." He kissed her one more time before they both fell to sleep.
Everything will be different. Derek had been right about that. One morning changed everything.
Derek cried as he held Danny in his arms, the boy's body already going cold. He had changed and this was what happened. His little brother was shot and killed in the school's bathroom.
His life had just been starting to get onto the right track. He had left his so called friends behind, proposed to the girlfriend he loved so dearly, and taught Danny that there were better ways then the old ones. And this, this is what he got for it. God had to have some serious fucked up problem with the way he changed or something. Maybe it was fate, who the fuck knows. This was not how his brother was supposed to die. This was not what he wanted. But nothing was perfect, not even when you change who you are.
Forgetting all the hurt inside,
You've learned to hide so well,
Pretending someone else can come,
And save me from myself,
I can't be who you are…
Derek had learned that not everything could be changed. He couldn't change the fact that he killed someone and went to jail for it. He couldn't change the way his friends were. He couldn't change what had happened to Danny.
But there was one thing he would never change and that was the love for his girl and the rest of his family.
"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature." -Abraham Lincoln