The Bad Boy's Princess #Wattys2016

O6: Memoirs and Marshmellows

Catching Feelings - Justin Bieber

O6

I felt like all of this was a dream. The feeling of guilt which was rushing my to my insides was making me squirm with pain. I had once again, in five years, realised the sensitivity of the situation. I had killed my mother, the one who had brought me into this world, for this guy. Yes, I had killed my mom for Jacob Parker. I didn't want to talk about it as I didn't want to get into the rehab again. When I had realised that she had died of suffocation, because she couldn't find her inhaler in her car, when she was struck by an ashtamatic attack, I went into depression. I couldn't even realise pain and heartbreak until I was sent into the rehab. I was numb. I wouldn't talk, I wouldn't eat or drink, and neither did I want to do any of those things when I had lost the most precious element in my life. Because of her, Dad had suceeded in his job, and grown his business to our million dollar enterprise. She was our lucky charm. I couldn't even have realised why I did it, and even if I could, I didn't want to, cause I would kill myself. Seriously, I had never asked myself that question in my entire life span of 21 years.

I was not at all comfortable to talk about all of those things, but Jake, he wanted to know all of those things, and he had the right to know it too as what I had done, was for him. That stupid idiot, didn't even know I loved him.

"Liv. I need to know" He said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I did it, cause I loved you." I say, his eyes staring into mine in shock.

Before giving him any chance to interrupt, I continue, "You were too bad to even walk, you got into the fight because of me, and because of that you were breathless, without thinking, I got into my mom's car and found out her inhaler. I had my mom's car keys, so I took the inhaler and got it for you. She came out of the house and took her car as she had the keys, then, a car banged into her car's boot, which made mom's head bang onto the steering wheel. She didn't have any injuries, but due to the tension, she suffered from a asthamatic attack. She couldn't breathe without the inhaler and then-"

I was stopped by Jake enveloping me into his arms, as I cried into the crook of his neck.

"You're my Princess." He whispered. What? Did he just say that?

He disconnected our arms after a while and turned around to get something from the bedside table.

I looked confused, but my heart ached of happiness to what he had got for me. Marshmellows.

He showed me a bowl of pink and blue marshmellows, his smirk growing even more wide.

I knew he was doing all of this to make me happy, and he was surely passing with flying colours. He had remembered our favourite, or I should say, my favorite snack, and he was mostly consuming it too, as the bowl looked nearly empty, only 4-5 marshmellows left to its brim.

"You remembered?" I said, voice dripping with happiness and relief, that he was not anyone else's.

But mine.

He was, wasn't he?