My One And Only

Chapter 35

*Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide & and Abuse

Jess POV

Yesterday was amazing I feel even closer to Eva and I'm so in love with her.

Today though I'm still missing my family, my dad in particular though which sucks.

Eva is downstairs I told her I'd be down in a few minutes that was two hours ago though.

I should probably get up before Eva worries.

I get out of bed and put some shorts and a hoodie on and then go downstairs.

"There you are bub" Eva says concerned "sorry I fell back asleep" I lie

"Eva told me pancakes were your favourite so I made you some for breakfast" Eva's mom says and passes me a plate of pancakes

"Thank you Ms. Cudmore"

I eat the pancakes and then we get ready for the day.

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Eva POV

Jess has been off all day I have no idea what's wrong she won't tell me.

Jess had gone upstairs to have a shower but that was an hour ago I'm now starting to worry.

"Jess has been a while" my dad says

"Yeah I know I'm going to check on her"

I walk upstairs and the bathroom door was open so she was out the shower.

I go into my room and can't see her in there.

Fuck where is she.

I then see my window open and I realise she must be on the roof.

I climb out my window and then up to the roof.

As I get to the top that's when I see her sitting on the roof.

"Bub what are you doing out here" I ask as I sit down next to her

She looks at me and her eyes are puffy and red, she's been crying.

"Bub what's wrong" I ask soothingly as I pull her closer to me

"Nothing I'm fine" she sniffs

"You can tell me Jess it's fine"

"I just really miss my family like being with your parents has made me realise how much I miss mine especially my dad" she cry's

"Hey it's okay we can go visit them and go and see your dad first" I say reassuringly

"It's not that easy Eva"

"Well it can be look we can book a flight-"

"Eva no we can't my- my dad's dead" she says and starts bawling her eyes out

I feel my heart break for her.

This is why she never speaks about him.

I hug her tightly and she buries her head into the crook of my neck.

We hug for about ten minutes and then she pulls away.

I wipe her tears away with my thumb.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to bub"

"It's fine"

"He um died when I was eleven"

Fuck that's such a young age to lose your dad.