Finding Jack||j.g

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Scarlett

I stare off into the distance as the movers carry boxes by boxes.

Not just any boxes.

Jack's boxes.

The men hurry on carrying the boxes that lead to goodbyes. The only thing I never wanted to happen.

I never want to say goodbye.

"Scarlett!" I lift up my head quickly, but my eyes fill with fire seeing who it is.

"I don't want to talk to you." I turn and start walking towards my office that I had in the house for my managing.

But I could still hear her cheap 10in high heels trailing behind me.

"Why so sad honey?" She says so sarcastically taunting me that she finally accomplished winning the last important thing to me.

I try to close the doors to my office, she quickly pushed through, as I walked behind my desk. My anxiety started to kick in while I try to distract myself from her by grabbing folders for the guys that certainly won't be needed anymore.

"Aw look at you, so agitated. I wonder why?"

I angrily slam one of the files of the tour on my desk, that will soon go in the trash. I look up at her, if looks could kill, she would've been dead in seconds.

"You know what, I am agitated, I'm angry, I'm furious! That your mom decided to whore around and make you! No wonder why you dad divorced her! But you know, mother like daughter."

She just evilly smiles at me like that didn't hurt her, I'm not surprised, she has no emotions.

"Oh you know where to strike me Scarlett. But I'm going to let it slide since you just lost your little Jacky too me. Oops." She steers her little ugly fake finger around the candle on my desk that hasn't been lit in a while.

"That's enough! Take what you want! You know what?" I throw her the stack of papers that I know needs to go in the trash.

"Take these and throw it in the garbage along with yourself please!"

She smirks opening the file and looking at the papers that are collected in them. After reading the first sentence her face scrunch up.

"Why do you want to throw away the tour papers?" She asked so worried, so scared that little Jacky won't be making good money any more.

"Oh he didn't tell you?" She shook her head quickly.

"Oh well Jack and Jack is officially over because of you! You little bitch! You see karma does exist, no Jack and Jack, no more flights to Paris. Oops."

Her face falls because that's exactly what she only wanted, money.

"No no that's not true, Jack can make his own music, he can probably do way better than that Johnson guy!"

"Okay well good luck with that, as you can see the exit is that way, and please don't let the door hit you I don't need cake all over my windows."

She drops the folders on my desk, grabs her purse quickly, and turn away and walks out.

I sit down on my chair and let out a breath of frustration. I feel my chest tighten, my breathing increasing knowing what's going to happen next. Suddenly tears start pouring out, and I know exactly why. I put my face in my hands and cry. Trying to block out the world form the sad girl that is crying. For something she knows she lost a long time ago.

Suddenly I hear a knock coming for my office door, I quickly whip away the tears trying to seem like I haven't been crying.

"Come in."

I barely speak out. I clear my throat trying to focus on my computer screen.

"Hi,"

I stop typing and look up at brown eyes that I know I won't see no more.

I clear my throat again, "hey."

I remove my eyes from his and try to look at everything but his eyes.

"Have you been crying?" He say acting so concerned like he won't be leaving in a matter of minutes.

"No," I continue to type up random words on the computer just to not look at him.

"Yeah you have, your eyes are puffy and red, and you have faded tear stains."

I stop my typing, and look up at him, but quickly removed my eyes from him when I felt tears trickle in my eyes.

"If your just here to point out the obvious then please leave, I have tons of work to finish."

"Scarlett why are you acting like this? You wanted this."

I pause once again not believe what I'm hearing.

"When did I ever say to leave Jack?! When? Honestly who would ever ask someone to leave?"

"Okay you didn't say it, but it's best. We can both be happy for once."

I sarcastically laugh.

"Oh yes Jack, I'm so happy that your leaving, actually I'm thrilled that my best friend is leaving with the girl who made our lives miserable." I say with sarcasm dripping from my words. I quickly start collecting more folders and papers staking them.

"Oh come on it wasn't that bad!" I stop again, running my fingers through my hair in disbelief.

"Really it wasn't bad? Jack, she's the one who drove you to the hospital when you tried to commit suicide!"

"How do you know about that?" He asked, thinking I wouldn't find out. Honestly I found out the day he did it. Remembering 16 year old me walking into the office to collect my perfect attendance card, not helping to eavesdrop on the principle talking to the secretary about Jack Gilinsky ending up in the hospital for trying to take his life away. I knew exactly why. But when I met him I didn't want to bring him bad memories or feel ashamed.

"You thought no would care if you left, if you just died, little did you know Jack." His face falls and I just stand there. Waiting for a response.

"But this is best, it's best for the both of us, you can be with Johnson, you can finally find someone that's not me, I know that I'm hurting you but I'm running low. I'm running low on what I should do. I'm running low on love. I'm sorry I have to go, but it's best." I feel my tears finally break free, and just fall. Crashing onto the ground along with my heart that is barely able to hold itself.

"Then act like you love me, just one more night so I could just forget. It's only a matter of time that you will leave. Just act like you love me so I can go on."

I beg knowing it sounds pathetic, so ugly. But I can't help to be the ugly girl I know I am.

"Goodbye Scarlett, it's time for us to let go."

"Let go of what?"

"Of us."

That's when my heart finally broke, the small pieces that were barely holding up my heart finally broke apart leaving me with only pieces of something I once gave to someone.

He step forward, giving my forehead a little kiss that would soon fade away, turned around and left.

He just left. 

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