Chapter 35

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                               Jacob's POV
I was now relieved. He was in jail. He couldn't get me anymore. I wish, that made my pain go away. I woke up when I heard yelling.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU JACOB?!"

I opened my eyes and saw Veronica standing over me. I sat up.

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

She slapped me. I stood up.

"What's going on?!"

"You told me, you wrote nothing about me!"

"I-I didn't."

"Then what the fuck is this?!"

She shoved pieces of paper in my face.

"Oh no. You found them."

"Found what?! Your lies?!"

"I-I can't tell you what that is."

"Why not?!"

"I-I just can't."

She grabbed my face.

"TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS?!"

"NO!"

"TELL ME!"

"I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU ANYTHING!"

"IF YOU DON'T FUCKING TELL ME, I AM WALKING OUT THAT FUCKING DOOR. I'M NEVER COMING BACK! YOU'LL HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR FUCKING BABY!"

"IT'S NOT A SONG ABOUT YOU!"

"THEN WHY IS MY NAME ON IT?!"

Don't make me say it.

"IF YOU GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES, I'LL EXPLAIN!"

"YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF!"

"IT'S A FUCKING SUICIDE NOTE! THERE! I FUCKING SAID IT!"

"BULLSHIT! YOU'RE FINE!"

"NO! I'M NOT!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

"I'M NOT!"

"FUCK YOU JACOB WINTERS!"

She slapped me again then packed a bag.

"Oh so you're just gonna fuckin run away now?!"

"Yep!"

"Why do you always run?! Did I do something?!"

"Stop with your lies!"

"When have I ever lied to you?!"

She didn't answer me. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the house. She jumped into her car and sped away. I ran after the car. I ran until, I lost her. I ran back home. I walked in the front door and started hyperventilating.

I can't win!

I can't fucking win!

Why does she always run?!

I called Lakelyn. She was at my house within 15 minutes. She used her key and ran inside.

"JACOB?!"

I ran up to her.

"She's gone!"

"What?!"

"She found the notes and thought, they were songs about her! She thinks, I lied!"

"What did you do?! Did you cut?!"

"I'm about to!"

"What?!"

"She thinks, I'm okay!"

"And you're not."

"No! I'm not! She said, she's never coming back! I'm never going to meet my baby! What's the point, in living?! I have no reason to come home everyday!"

"You should move on from her."

"How do you expect me to do that?! I've loved her since we were 16! I can't just move on!"

"I understand that. Trust me. I-I do."

9 months later, I saw on social media that, Veronica had the baby. OUR baby.

I missed my daughter being born?

She was right.

She was never coming back.

I missed my daughter being born.

There's nothing left for me to live for.

I walked up to my room. I grabbed my notebook and a pencil. I wrote 3 more notes. 1 for Veronica. 1 for my family. 1 for my daughter. I grabbed some pills, I had. I opened the bottle and took them all. I sat down at my desk. I put the notes down. I started going through pictures of Veronica. I felt my head fall down.

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