Hörny Boss

Chapter 37

VERA'S POV

I couldn't stop crying no matter how much Jack tried to console me. My heart was heavy and unforgiving towards whoever that has been haunting me like that.

That thought brought my mind back to Nathan. I hadn't seen him since the day I told him that he was the one who had been sending those letters and flowers to me.

Now I don't know if my assumptions were right or wrong. I'm not crying because I am scared, I already made preparations to leave Downtown, but there's Jackson.

I don't know how I was able to live all those years that I hadn't met him, but I would wet my pillow every night if I stayed far away from him.

I took the milk he gave to me, swallowed it in one gulp, and told him that I wanted to be left alone.

Tim has always been a good and understanding kid, he ran into his room immediately after he came down from the car. He woke up in the car when I was sobbing on the drive to the mansion.

He looked worried, but I knew that he would only ask his father what happened later in the morning when everyone was feeling much better. His father did a good job training him, and he would have done the same for this child I'm carrying if I gave him the chance.

Jack didn't go; he was confused about what to do while I couldn't control my tears, so he knelt beside me, offered his shoulder, and allowed me to cry all I wanted.

It's just unfair that I am dying in silence, even when I know that he cares and he is willing to help me. If a man like him can change for me, then he can do anything for me.

He's also patiently waiting for me to open up to him, but I have to finish whatever he has in mind for me before it gets too late because I can't stay.

When I cried to my heart's content, I stood up and apologized to him for using his shirt to wipe my tears. He stood up too and hugged me, then I pulled away from him.

"You will be fine," he assured me.

"I… I want to talk to you about something," I started.

He brightened up immediately and nodded attentively. I knew that he expected me to tell him about what was bothering me, but I had to disappoint him.

"I'm leaving," I announced curtly.

"You want to go to your house? Isn't it kinda dangerous since you are scared…"

"I'm leaving Downtown!" I cut him off.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked with a frown.

"Don't get me wrong, I am not leaving because of you or anyone, not even because of that letter or flower. I just don't think this place is for people like me, I want to go back to New Orleans," I explained sadly.

"Why?" He asked, looking daringly into my eyes.

The green light in the room reflected in his eyes, and I saw that his eyes had filled up with tears that he was fighting to take in. I looked down and saw his fingers curled up.

"I just told… you that…" My voice broke off.

He shook his head, turned around, walked out the door, and shut it behind his back. That crushed my heart, and I slumped down, reaching out to him.

I closed my eyes, disgusted by myself for what I had done, regretting my actions already, and hating him for making me feel that way.

I stayed up all night, waiting for him to come in, but he never entered the house again until the next morning.