The Lives Of Abigail Rose Stump and Jakayla Ann Wentz

Chapter 15: Saturday

•Jakayla's POV•
Patrick stayed the night again with me at the hospital. I can't wait until I go home.
"Patrick? When am I going home?" I ask.
"I don't know. I'll ask. Will you be okay here while I ask the nurse?"
"Patrick, I'll be fine," I say as I put a reassuring hand on his upper arm.
"Alright."
Patrick walks out of my room and to the nurse's station. Based on the smile on his face when they told him, I suspect that I'll be going home soon. Patrick walks back into my room.
"So when am I going home?" I ask.
"She said that as soon as the doctor checks your vitals and deems you ready to leave, you can!" Patrick excitedly squeals like a fangirling teenage girl. I shake my head in disappointment.
"Hey Patrick? Can I have my phone? I want to call Abby."
"Sure after you call her, delete all of your social media accounts."
"Alright, Pattycakes," I tell him.

•Unknown POV•
How is she not dead? She's supposed to be dead! I thought that would text would scare her enough to make her leave all of her friends and family. I bet it was Stump. He never leaves her side. God knows why. That little bitch. I pick up my phone.
"Why isn't she dead yet? I thought you were supposed to take care of that."
"I'm sorry sir. She'll be dead by the end of the month."
"Very well. Just make sure it can never be traced back to me." I hang the phone back up before returning my gaze back to the main event.

•Jakayla POV•
I was just about to call Abbs when all of a sudden my phone rings. My heart races as I see the call ID.
"Hello?" I cautiously say.
"You're supposed to be dead." The voice replies. It sounds slightly familiar.
"Who are you." My voice is shaking now.
"Let's just say I'm someone who you don't want to mess with." The voice replies venomously.
"And what if I do?"
"You'll regret it. Stay away from Fall Out Boy and Abigail or you'll never make it until the end of the month."
The lines goes cold. My hands are shaking as I pull my phone away from my head. I was supposed to die. So why am I not dead yet? Even the voice said I should be dead. Patrick doesn't love me. Who could?
"Jacks?" I look towards the door to see Patrick standing by the door. "Are you okay? You look a little shaken up."
"I'm fine, Patrick. Thanks." I sigh back, trying to plaster a smile on my face. He walks over to the bed before sitting on the end.
"Okay, I guess. You know you can talk to me about anything." He places his hand on my foot, tickling it a little.
"Patrick! Stop!" I say in between giggles. Maybe he does care. . .

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