"Jacelyn, answer me," Mariska is shaking my shoulders when I finally flash back to the situation at hand.
"Oh, sorry. I was-"
"I know, let's go in. I just beat the heck out of him. Maybe he won't be back," she laughs and I laugh with her. I know he will be back he hasn't left me alone for 8 months. My mom still doesn't know about everything that happened, I can't tell her. Sometimes I think I should, but I don't.
"Maybe not," I give her a hopeful smile. We walk into the house and Abby gives Mariska her normal welcoming "ew, you" smile and asks what happened. I tell her nothing. If I even told her one little piece she'd run and tell mom. We walk back to my room, I sit on my bed and Mariska dives on it like she always does.
"Why was he here?"
"I don't know, I had just came in from Davis' car and then I get a call from him and he was telling me to let him in. I didn't know what to do. I heard you pulling up and that's when I went out there. I have no idea why he was here, I just wish he hadn't been"
"I've told you to get a restraining order, he can't keep on bothering you like he does. It's not okay"
"I know it isn't, but still I don't think it'll even do any good. He will find a way to keep coming around. My mom still likes him, she says I should've stayed with him."
"You've still never told her about your fights, that I may mention, he started every single one of them?" She questions me.
"No, I can't tell her. She..I don't know what she would do and I don't wanna know so I'm not telling her,"
"Have it your way, but all I'm saying is if he comes back around and hurts you worse than he did before when you were in the hospital, I'm telling your mom. He needs to stop. You or someone needs to stop him. I've beat him so many times and I can't keep on, because I could end up killing him," she says while she pulls her phone out of her pocket.
"Who the heck is this?"
"Let me see," I grab her phone and look at it. Crap. I'm guessing by the look on my face she knows who it is, she grabs her phone back, and answers it.
"Hello, douche bag. I don't know how you got my number but yoiu need to lose it, and quick at that. If you show up anywhere near her again she's getting a restraining order," she yells through her phone.
"Woah, chill out. I was calling to apologize and see if you and Jacelyn wanted to hang out tonight,"
What the hell? I give her a look that says hang up the phone now, and she gets it. She hung up on him.
"I don't know how he got my number," she swears to me.
"It's okay. I just have 3 days left until my 18th birthday and then I'm gone. I can't stay here in this small town because no matter where I am he always seems to find me," I get up off my bed and grab my phone to check it. Holy crap. Davis has texted me 11 times and left 3 voicemails. Out of all 11 texts, this one scares me the most.
*you're gonna regret getting out of my car, he's coming after you and you won't be able to get away, he's already got plans. I was trying to help you get the easy way out. Be safe.
What? He's coming after me and I won't be able to get away? What does that mean?
"Look what Davis just texted me," I hand Mariska my phone and she reads the message.
"We're leaving tonight, we'll come back Tuesday for your birthday," she gets up and grabs my bag and throws it at me, " put clothes in here and I'll tell your mom you're coming to stay at my house."
"Where are we going?" She walks out of my room.
Why can't I stay here? He's not going to do anything bad, is he? Would he? I don't know anymore. I'm so freaked out, if Mariska says I can't stay here, I can't. Something's going on, I just don't know what. Maybe she does.
Mariska's P.O.V
Crap. After I read that text I remembered that text Jake sent me a few weeks ago and I totally forgot to tell Jacelyn. We have to leave. We'll go to Fort Payne. She can't stay here. I know what he's doing.
