The Boy With Tattoos

Chapter 33

James P.O.V

Two days had passed since I last saw Ally and I still couldn't believe it, I still couldn't believe she had decided to walk out so easily. 

At first it angered me, how could she have broken up with me just like that?

But then the more I thought about it, the more the minutes passed I got angry with myself, how could I have been the one that let her leave just like that? So fast? Without assuring her that we could work this out?

I knew that was the reason she was braking up with me, because she thought we wouldn't be able to work this out, and I had failed to assure her that we actually could work everything out! It made me get frustrated with myself, part of the reason she broke up with me was because I was being a dick.

I hadn't meant to tell her that I would chose Jessie and the baby over her, but I had just been super stressed out, I was so tired of them both asking me to chose.

It's not that I wanted to chose one or the other, I actually didn't want to do that, I wanted to keep them both. I wanted Ally just as much as I wanted to be a part of the baby's life.

Too bad Ally didn't see that.

I tossed and turned in my bed, it had been two days already since we had broken up and I still didn't quite believe it. Her absence felt foreign to me, it was like I was still waiting for her to call me, or even text me.

But she hadn't, and I hadn't tried contacting her either, I guess I was hoping the anger she felt would cool off. I didn't want to risk calling her and have her send me to hell.

And alright fine, yes I admit it, I was slightly nervous to call her and have her tell me she never wanted to see me again. If I'm completely honest I was slightly annoyed too, why did she have to be so damn difficult?

I put my pillow over my face, I love that damn difficult girl, I found myself thinking. I swallowed hard, what was I going to do if she never wanted to see me again? I hated to admit it, but if Ally and I didn't fix things then I was going to be miserable.

Really miserable.

It had barely been two days and I already missed her greatly.

I threw the pillow off my face and grabbed my phone, once again getting that disappointed feeling in my chest when I saw I had no missed calls or any texts from her.

I did have a couple of messages from Jessie though, which I hadn't bothered to reply.

Jessie is sort of blowing up my mind right now, and not in a good way. It's like she's frantic to move in with me, I didn't tell her anything of what happened between Ally and I because the moment she found out that we weren't together anymore I could bet she would zoom over here and install her things! 

 I didn't want that, I didn't want Jessie moving in with me, I didn't want her in here. I didn't want anyone who wasn't Alice in here to be honest.

But I knew I couldn't tell Jessie that, because I was almost positive she would threaten me with not letting me see the baby or something worse like that.

I put my hands in my hair and let out deep breath's trying to calm down the rage that was beginning to form in me. 

Why was she being like that? She couldn't do that to me, she couldn't take away that opportunity of being a part of my kids life away from me! 

Things seemed to be going downhill for me at the moment. First, Jessie threatens me with not letting me see my child if I don't let her move in with me, next Ally brakes up with me, and if that wasn't enough my dear father called me yesterday to threaten me that if I didn't either pay him back everything I owed him or went to Yale then he was going to sue me.