A/n don't be mad at me
Isabella's POV
The guilt has been eating me alive.
I can't keep lying to her.
I've been getting worse and she's gonna notice soon enough, and if she doesn't I'll end up in the hospital and she's the bound to find out.
I've gotta tell her.
Time skip cause I wanna write angst
My head shoots up when there's a knock at the door. I go to stand but even if I wanted to I physically cannot bring my self to walk down stairs, maybe it's the guilt or my death just lingering around.
I don't have long now but I need to tell her, I can't die knowing I lied to her.
My thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging open and revealing a too happy Allison.
"Hey hot stuff!" Her smile beams while she walks towards me.
God how am I supposed to tell this girl I'm gonna die in less than five days when she's smiling like that.
"Hi" my voice cracks.
She gives me a confused look but nonetheless comes over to me and pecks my lips.
"Hey so I was wondering, wouldn't it be so fun if we like, I don't know, took a trip to the mountains and stayed in my moms lake house" she continues on with the plans but I tune her out, the thought of her making plans I know we'll never be able make real just makes me sick.
"I CANT GO TO THE LAKE HOUSE!" I blurt putting a stop to whatever Allison was saying.
"Why not?" She tilts her head to the side.
I feel tiny under her gaze, like a puppy under the watch of a hawk. My mouth feels dry and my hand the opposite, as she stares at me confused as ever my eyes start to well up in tears.
"I lied" I tell her barely above a whisper afraid that I would start uncontrollably sobbing if I spoke any louder.
A look of confusion painted her face and her gaze appeared to soften. "What?" She said seemingly holding back tears.
"I- I lied, to you" I choke slaty tears burning on my chapped lips.
"What did you lie about?" She quickly wipes her tears.
"I uh, I lied about h- how much longer I have," I whisper but she heard me, I know she did because her face contorted in pain and she rose from the bed.
"What do you mean you lied about how much time you have left!? I- you said that the doctor told you that you had at least three months! Why would you lie!?" She yells in pure outrage.
"I didn't want to make you sad. But then! I realized that lying would make it worse." The look on her face told me that my attempt at trying to smoother the flames of her rage only made the fire worse.
" WHAT THE FUCK?!" She throws her hands up and the slaps them on her legs.
I stand up "I'm so sorry," I sob while walk behind her as she turns around and runs her hands through her hair.
She then quickly turns around " Your not fucking sorry! And you sure as hell didn't lie to me to protect my feelings! You fucking lied to protect your feelings! Why!? Oh I'll tell you why. Because you're a self centered lying bitch who only cares about her own feelings! How the fuck did I not see that coming!?"
"You don't mean that." I shake my head as I hyperventilate and sob harder.
"Yes the fuck I do." She points a finger in my face.
She then whips her head around and makes for the door, I try and grab her arm but I just miss it.
I run down the stairs and follow her into the kitchen and try and catch her before she reaches the door. I finally grasp her arm but my excitement is short lived because she rips her arm from my holds and turns to face me.
"Don't fucking touch me, don't fucking talk to me, don't fucking call me or text me, and don't ever fucking think about me again. Have nice last week, fucking lying whore." She then slams the door and my face and jumps into her car speeding out of my driveway not doubt leaving marks on the pavement.
Rush up stairs to my room and grab my phone, my vision blurred due to the tears spilling out of my eyes. The first thought I had was to call my best friend Alex.
He answers the FaceTime almost immediately.
"Heyy.... Oh My God! Why are you crying!?"
"I uh, I fucked up, like really bad."
"What'd you do," he dragged the O of do out "I mean there's not much you could fuck up in your last week of living, which my the way I just got done crying about for the thousandth time today."
"I- I lied to Allison and uh, she's pissed," I start to cry (again) "I mean I don't know why I lied she told me about how she hates when people lie to her, especially people she trust."
"What did you uh, what did you lie about?" He approaches the subject carefully.
"I told that I had longer to live than I do..." saying that out loud makes me feel horrible.
"Dude you fucked up bad."
"Yea I know she made that very clear,"
We spend most of the night on the phone until Alex told me he had to hang up because he had a family emergency. (His brother choked on a Lego AGAIN)
I lay in my bed crying into my pillow until I get a text.
From Allison.
Alli 🥰
Alli 🥰
We are fucking over
Me
Please just let me explain
⚠︎︎ Not delivered
Alli please
⚠︎ Not delivered
Did you really fucking block me?
⚠︎ Not delivered
Seriously?
⚠︎ Not delivered
I close my phone and put it on the charger and cry myself to sleep.
I just lost the best thing that's ever happened to me.
A/n hey guys 👋
Wasn't this chapter just so fun?
But like it gets worse
Love ya ❤️ have a great day/night
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Terminal Love
RomanceIsabella Ray (Jenna Ortega) had less than a year left to live. Doctors told her family that she'd stopped responding to treatment and estimated how long she had left. Just as Isabella starts to accept her illness, she met her. Her being Allison Dae...
