Spilled Ink and Scribbled Lines (Crimson Lines Sequel)

Chapter Fourteen

Song of the chapter: Your Bed -All Time Low

It's been stuck in my head for like two weeks

[ K a t ]

"Umm... Sure"

That's always an unnerving question.

He lightly pats the spot next to him on the bed. I sit down slowly, raising an eyebrow. "What's on your mind?"

He shrugs, looking around the room, anywhere but at me "I wanna know why you did it"

"Why I did it? Hmm. Well. It could have been the depression, the anxiety, being disowned by all my family members except one, or the fact that mentally, I've been in hell for the past fifteen years" I plaster on a fake smile "Honestly everything just sucks the life out of me"

His eyes move to my cut-ridden arms, fixating on them. He doesn't dare to look back up at me. "You know this is exactly why we need you to come home, you can see a psychiatrist, and get better. It's only going to help you if you'll let it, Kat"

I roll my eyes "Yeah, whatever, I get it" His gaze makes me uncomfortable so I pull on my hoodie at the end of the bed, a hoodie that at one point belonged to him.

He lifts up the small pill bottle on his nightstand, clearing his throat "Umm... Don't forget, you have to take one of these at 12 tomorrow"

I nod, silently getting up and wandering into the kitchen. I find myself looking through the half empty fridge. Footsteps come up behind me. Jack rests his chin on my shoulder and chuckles

"The strawberries and whip cream are on the second shelf, just incase you were wondering"

He wraps his arms around my stomach and rocks lightly side to side. I sigh "Can you just say you're sorry for ruining two years of my life so I can kiss you?"

-------M o r n i n g-------

There's a loud knock on the door of the hotel room. I roll over, tapping on Jack's cheek. He mumbles something inaudible, shoving his face into the pillow.

"Get the door" I whisper, my raspy voice cracking.

"You're wearing a shirt, I'm not wearing anything" His muffled morning voice says.

I roll my eyes, knowing he's not gonna get out of bed. I locate my jeans on the floor next to the nightstand and pull them on. There's another knock at the door.

Still half asleep I make my way though the hotel room, a smile creeping over my face as I remember the events that happened just a few hours before. I open the door and Zack stands there, as soon as he sees me he raises an eyebrow.

"You have that overly happy 'I just got laid an astonishing amount of times' smile on your face" He cringes a little "I'm not here asking for the 'best friend details,' I was just checking on you to make sure you're alright"

"Yeah, I'm good" I blush

"Okay, great. Umm... I'm gonna go now. See you later" He wiggles his eyebrows, letting out a chuckle.

"Bye" I close the door and sigh happily, returning to the bedroom and practically peeling off my jeans again.

"Who was it?" Jack mumbles, still buried in a pillow.

"Zack, he was just checking up on me" I crawl into bed and wrap my arms around his lanky figure. He buries his face in the crook of my neck. His stubble tickling my skin.

"What time is it?"

"Eleven thirty"

He sits up, handing me two pills and a water bottle off of his nightstand. I sigh, taking them before Jack says

"These are gonna make you really tired I guess" He shrugs

"Yeah well the less I'm awake the less time I have to kill myself, right?" I let out a small, sad, chuckle.

He shakes his head at me with a frown full of disapproval. His eyes lock on his suitcase.

"What?" I ask, following his gaze.

Silently he pulls on some boxers and opens the suitcase. Taking out a piece of paper and unfolding it.

My heart stops.

"J-Jack you don't have to read that" I try to snatch it out of his hand. But, being a good foot taller, he holds it out of my reach "Please don't!"

"Kat, stop it" He says harshly. I stop for a second to say

"Jack, you're not going to read that"

"Like fuck I'm not" His tone is surprisingly angry. It's a little scary seeing him like this but I push away the shock.

"You can't!" I scratch at the paper, tears filling my eyes. "Listen to me!"

His eyes stay locked on the words, a frown prominent on his face. He stays silent. I stand in front of him, no longer able to argue. He'll see it soon enough.

[ J a c k ]

Kat stops shouting and trying to grab the paper. I continue reading. The middle of the note catches my attention.

'I hate you, Jack Barakat'

I pause, the sentence making me sick to my stomach.

'You made me feel again. Fuck you'

I look up at her for a second, her lower lip is quivering.

'I love you, Jack. Goodbye'

My hands shake. The rest of the note is her apologizing to everyone, especially Rian. I fold the note up and put it back in my suitcase.

Her watery eyes stare up at me. "I didn't mean it I'm s-sorry"

My arms find their way around her waist. "I love you too, Kat"

She presses her lips to mine.

So here I am, half naked, and kissing my entire universe after she told me she hates me.