He never thought he'd get this interested in a girl who just moved into his house.
Kennedy Kinsey, a bubbly and talkative girl, moves to New York to live with her dad's best friend after her parent's death.
She never thought she would be this attrac...
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♥Chapter 47: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇʜᴇᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ♥
❆Jake❆
A feeling like no other slams into me, making me jerk up, tipping back the chair, letting it fall.
There has to be a mistake.
This doctor definitely did a mistake.
Somebody fire him!
"Are you sure?" Alex's mouth is dropped open, his eyes barely blinking.
The doctor nods.
My heart hammers against my chest with all the constricting feelings enclosing around me.
"This can't be." My voice is unsteady.
"Jake—" Toothy starts but I'm already rushing out the room, my gut clenching as if someone's grabbing my stomach and rattling it to the point where I want to hurl.
"Jake!" Toothy's voice calls out after me, her footsteps following after.
I pass Corey who's just waking up from his sleep, "Wha—"
Nothing seems clear in front of me with thoughts attacking me from all over.
My feet stumble yet I refuse to stop until I'm running out of the horrid place where I can't breathe anymore.
Even after rushing into the open evening sky, my body finds it hard to breathe. I'm heaving but it's silent.
My hands run through my hair. My feet won't stop moving. My body won't stop trembling. My heart won't stop hammering. The ground's spinning all around.
What's happening to me?
My feet stumble and I'm falling to my knees, gasping as if I'm plunging into dark waters.
With a painful realization, I realize the feelings drowning me; terror and agony.
Kennedy is going to die.
She can't die.
She can't.
But she is.
A noise comes out of my throat. A whimper of pain.
My heart is squeezing into a tight ball, clenching until there's a sickening pain.
Why does everything hurt?
Everything was going perfectly. Everything. Kennedy was-she was going to...
A cry almost comes out of my mouth.
Instead, I slam my fist repeatedly onto the ground covered with grass.
When that doesn't help, I get up and slam my fists onto a tree trunk.
My knuckles throb but it doesn't cover what my chest's feeling. There's darkness clouding my vision.
