Jeanna: LA Romance Pt. 2

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*A/N sorry for taking so long to update, hopefully this chapter sort of makes up for it!

*TW Rape, Abuse, Drugs*

Jersey POV:

My strength fading, her smile slowly dissolving, the voice calling my name that I no longer was able to hear, then it went blank. Those were the last things I could remember.

I woke up in a hospital bed feeling a sharp pain in my head and looked down to see stitches all throughout my arms. That's when I remembered what I did.

All the memories flashing through my head, reminding me how badly I fucked up with her and myself in general.

All the words we exchanged, all the emotions that were expressed, and all the memories and mistakes that came along after.

I miss her so much but I would never want her to see me this way. I know her, she'd never forgive herself. I couldn't allow that.

Then I remembered more of what she said. She hated me, probably wouldn't even care if I was alive or dead, I meant nothing to her anymore.

The hospital room door busted open and a younger woman probably 19 years old dressed casually walked in with a tall older man who was dressed very professionally. I think he was the new detective on Mr. Miles' case and possibly the woman's father? 

I couldn't stop looking at the woman with him. She was around 5'9 maybe 5'10, had dark blonde hair, was wearing rings, and had these gorgeous green-hazel eyes that had yellow specks in them. She was pretty attractive to be honest.

She was holding the man's clipboard and she was wearing a name tag of some sort.

"Amy" That was her name. She seemed so young, why was she here? Why'd an attractive girl have to see me like this. Of course that's my luck.

"Hi there Jersey, How are you feeling? You scared us all back there." The man said.

I groaned. "My head hurts and my arms sting. I'm sorry about everything I did, It was stupid, I got caught up in my own head." I replied to him.

"No worries, we're just glad you're safe now. I'm Matthew Evans, the new detective on Justin Miles case. The department fired the old detective since not much was being done. I'm so sorry they kept you locked in for three days Jersey. Oh also this is my daughter, Amy. I brought her with me because I figured you could use some company that isn't a doctor or officer, you know someone close to your age" His voice was convincing. Monotoned. I'm not sure how to explain it, but I just knew I could trust him.

"Hey Jersey, It's nice to meet you." She smiled as she placed her hand gently on top of mine softly since I wasn't able to lift my arm up to shake her hand.

I liked her voice; it was Calming. Soft. Made me feel safe. I smiled back to her and we held eye contact for a couple seconds. Man. Her eyes. They were so gorgeous I couldn't get over it. I can't explain it but they made me feel comfortable. Like everything would be alright. I got lost in her eyes the way I would get lost in Anna's.

Ugh everything was going well, then she popped up in my mind again. This time I wasn't sad though. More so defeated. Maybe breaking up was the right choice. Maybe all this fighting for her wasn't worth it.

Even though I loved her so much and still do, she really believes I was capable of murdering someone. I was always there for her and when I needed her the most, she left.

The only person I truly still had in my life, the only person I've really ever loved, the only person I've opened up to, her. She was my everything, but I guess I just wasn't hers.