Tears Of Love

ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱꜱ- 3

September 32th, 11:54 am

Bella

I hate him.

I actually hate him.

He never came back for me, he just left me to die. Did he even care about me or was it all just some massive lie?

He tried so hard to kill me, but, in the end, he just couldn't do it. He told me that he loved me, and that was the reason he couldn't murder me. If he really loved me, then why would he leave me to die?

At first, I accepted that he would probably leave and try to come up with a cover story as to where I was, but he never came back home. Ash just disappeared from my life. 

I have had no contact from him at all- though his phone is left here, so that would be tricky. I understand that he thought I was dead, but the window between when he stabbed me, and when Noah and Jackson came to get me was minuscule, tiny. There were only minutes between each event, meaning he didn't even try to revive me.

To be fair to him, there was a substantial amount of bandaging around my neck, but that was it. He didn't even move my body, just left me for dead.

I'm upset most of all, that he would just leave straight away with the least amount of optimism. I thought he would travel home and play it off, but he seems to have fled all crime scenes.

Jackson and Noah are catching on- they also have no idea where Ash is. My story doesn't make sense if Ash isn't here, which is why I need him to come back. I told everyone I didn't know where Ash is, which suggests he probably went looking for me. The fact he never came back home confuses them.

''Bella, are you awake?'' I hear Noah say through the doorframe. His voice is followed by a short knocking pattern and the creak of the door opening.

I have actually been awake for a while now, just sitting under the covers of my bed. It's been two days and Ash hasn't returned home. I'm supposed to be acting worried- after all, my supposed boyfriend has gone missing. Honestly, I just don't feel like playing alone given that he left me for dead. I want him out of my life- gone like he was never there in the first place. 

Even though my mind is saying this, my heart screams for me to find him. It's a decision between love and heartbreak. Sadly I fall more into the second category.

''Yeah,'' I chirp, leaning back and pulling the covers off my head. Noah has been awfully close to me the past two days; acting like we were this close before. He hasn't left my side since he found me, not even when Jackson is with me.

''I brought you breakfast,'' He declares, using his elbow to move the door fully open. I see him holding a tray of food- a small bowl of fruit and some toast. Frankly, I don't feel like eating, but I know he won't let me make that choice.

''Thanks,'' I reply dully, unsure of what else to say. Perching himself on the end of my bed, he hands me the tray. Before I take it, I shuffle my back towards the bedframe, propping myself against my pillows.

Putting the tray on my lap, I wait, expecting him to leave me in peace.

''So, how are you doing?'' Noah questions, signaling he is going to do the opposite.

''How do you think I am doing?'' I challenge, turning the question I have been asked many times on him.

''Well, considering your- um... Ash, has gone missing, I would say not too well'' He answers, clearing his throat to say his name.

''You can say boyfriend'' I announce, realizing that he couldn't think of a term to describe our relationship.

''Not really, he isn't here now is he?'' Noah continues, rather roughly actually. His tone comes off as annoyed, as if he doesn't like mine and Ash's relationship.