Too Many Mistakes (J.G) Book 2

Chapter 9

When I woke up it was around noon. The room I was in is big, but had nothing to fill it with. The bed was against a wall with pillows lining the side. I just remembered I was at Jack's house. He came to pick me up last night when Nash kicked me out. That hurt knowing that he didn't care of what happened. He only talked to me just to yell at me. He didn't ask if I was okay after I got arrested. The thing on his mind was that Sammy took a snapchat of us sleeping next to each other. In the end this is was all my fault. Not Sammy's for going that far with me. I didn't stop him. I just needed to feel like someone cared for me. That person wasn't Nash or Sammy.

I was still in my clothes from yesterday, and my makeup was smeared from crying. A shower sounded like a great idea right now. I grab my clothes and walk over to the bathroom. Water streams out of the shower head and I step in letting it calm me. The rhythm of the water hitting my back is music to my ears as they ache from the things they have had to hear. One phrase stuck out and hurt the most. "You're a dirty whore." How could he ever say that? I didn't mean for that to happen and he knows that. Another phrase also stuck out to me. "I miss our past." Jack told me that last night. He could have meant it, but he could have been saying that just to make me feel better. The more I think about Jack's words hurts me more. He has a girlfriend that I fought. He loves her, she's the reason for his happiness. I can't get in the way of that. Even if it hurts me more than anything I can't ruin his life.

I finish up my shower and get out. The cold air from behind the shower curtain hits me making bumps go all over my body. I dry myself off then put on some clothes. A loose, white long sleeve shirt with grey sweatpants. I then dry my hair. While I brush my hair I hear voices downstairs. Both Jacks must be home. I quickly take my things out of the bathroom and into my room.

I walk down the stairs silently and hear voices. "Hey Jack?" I ask before I can see anybody.

"You came here?" I hear someone shout. I make it down the stairs and see some people sitting in the living room. Jack, Johnson, Matt, Shawn, Cameron, Sammy and Nash. Why did he have to be here? "You came to Jack's house! Are you going to hookup with Johnson now?" Nash asks me.

"No. I-"

"Then you're here for Gilinsky right? I mean you must only be at my best friends' house to hookup with one of them!" He says.

"Nash chill bro." Johnson says.

"No I'm not going to chill. She just can't go around sleeping with us!" He says getting angry.

"I'm not doing that!" I say getting upset. Nash was hurting me even more.

"Yes you are! You slept with Gilinsky first, then me, then Sammy. Oh and don't forget he got you pregnant while you were with me!" Nash shouts at me. My heart stops. Nobody was supposed to know about that. Nobody.

"You're pregnant?" Sammy asks. I take a shaky breath then nod a little. I didn't want any of my friends to know what was happening. Now they all knew.

"Oh so she never told any of you?" Nash asks. Everybody shook their heads. Except for Jack. He just looks at me with his hands in his pockets.

"JG you knew?" Sam asks. He nods.

"She told me a two days ago." He says to them.

"So you knew and didn't tell Sam or I?" Nash asks.

"No because I told him not to! I didn't want any of you to know." I say to Nash.

"Well now they all know. Why didn't you want to tell them? Because you knew they would judge you? Because you knew you did something wrong? Because you acted like the whore you are?" Nash asks. My eyes get teary.

"I hate you so much! I can't believe I ever trusted you!" I shout at him.

"I should have left you in that building with those boys. Maybe one of them would have gotten you pregnant." He shouts. Tears were streaming down my face. He was bringing up bad memories from my past.

"Shut up Nash! You have no idea how much I've been hurt in my life and just to have you do this to me makes me want to die." I say as my voice cracks from crying.

"Go kill yourself then! It would make the world a better place!" He shouts. That's when I really broke. No one has ever told me to kill myself before. Not even my own dad.

"I hate you so fucking much Nash Grier. Go rot in hell!" I shout before I go run upstairs. He's hurt me so much in such little time. I didn't want to hear it anymore. I didn't want to hear anything from any of these people for a while.

I take my backpack and quickly pack it. I change from my sweats and long sleeve shirt into leggings and a maroon sweatshirt. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and some pieces fall down around my face. I had to leave. I just had to. Nobody was going to stop me. Nobody.

It was around two in the afternoon when I slip on some maroon vans and quickly make my way down stairs without saying anything. Everybody was outside in the pool so I quickly run out the front door and to the nearest bus station.

The airport wasn't crowded but it had a lot of people in it. I quickly walk up to the counter and buy a ticket. "Thank you." I say to the woman who gave me my boarding pass. I make my way to security and stand in the short line. For an airport it wasn't busy. I was just worried on making my flight since it leaves in 15 minutes. My shoes come off then my laptop comes out of my bag. They both go in the bucket that was on the conveyor belt. I walk through the scanner and quickly put my shoes on when they say I was clear to go. My laptop goes back into my bag and I run to my gate.

Seat 7A. My seat was in first class and it was the window. Perfect. I wait a little bit and finally see who is sitting next to me. "Oh my god." I say as I look who is getting in the seat next to me.

"Oh shit! Ella is that you?" He asks. I nod and continue to look at the rest of them. Great this could have gotten harder for me. "What are you doing here? I thought Nash just got back from his event in New York?" He asks. I nod.

"Nash and I aren't together anymore." I say as I look down at my hands.

"Oh I'm sorry. Why?" He asks.

"It's just a lot of stuff." I explain as a boy with curly, brown hair sits next to him.

"I'm sorry. So why are you going to Omaha?" He asks.

"Going back home. Just to get things off of my mind for now." I reply.

"Who's this?" The boy with brown hair asks.

"This is Ella. Ella this is Jc. Did you meet him at the party?" He asks.

"Wait is this the girl that kicked that other girl's ass?" Jc asks. I nod.

"Yea I was." I say looking at my hands again. "Why are you guys going to Omaha?" I ask.

"Kian and I are going on an adventure!" Jc exclaims making me laugh a little.

"Well I hope the adventure lives up to how you expect it to be." I say smiling. They both smile back at me. "Oh and if anyone asks where I'm heading can you not tell them please?" I ask. They nod and I thank them as I put my headphones on and the plane takes off.

It was just how I remembered it. I walk up to the front door and knock. When the door opens it reveals my mother.

"Ella? What are you doing here?" She asks opening the door for me to come inside.

"I-I need some help." I say quietly.

"What's wrong dear?" She asks me.

"I-I'm pregnant." I say quietly. "A-and Nash kicked me out of the house because I don't know if he's the father. Then I spent the night at Jack's and Nash came over and...I just need help mom." I say and break down. I was crying in my mom's arms as she smooths my hair to calm me down.

"It's okay baby. I'll help you. I'm always going to help you." She says quietly.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too sweetheart."