Hopeless - The sequel to Breathless. A Janoskians fanfic.

39. "Its just you and me Buddy."

Isla's POV -

It was a time like this where a girl needed her mother. Mine has left me dying in hospital, I hadn't bothered contacting her since, but maybe it was time I did. I thought about it for a while, tossing my phone between my hands and finally decided against it, she couldn't do anything to help me. "Isla, are you awake?" Mumbled Sierra, turning her body round to face me. "What's wrong?!" She gasped as I continued to cry, it had been an hour since Daniel had called and I just couldn't stop crying. "He's gone to Perth." I whispered, I felt weak and useless. Sierra just stated blankly at me, "gone?" She asked, "like as in never coming back, gone?" She asked again, I shook my head, I couldn't put any words together, especially through the tears. I looked down at the bracelet Daniel had given me the day before, my fingers traced over the two hearts and again, I sobbed even more. All I'd done was cry over him, why did I care about him so much? Sierra's phone rang and she loped at me, "it's my mum, I'll be right back." She said as she exited the room. I felt scared on my own. "Lala, I'm so sorry, but I have to go!" Sierra pouted and hugged me tightly kissing my cheek. "I'm always here for you baby, love you!" She smiled and with that, I was on my own again.

I felt lost, like nothing could ever make me happy again, and then my phone rang, I hoped it was Daniel, but it wasn't. I picked up and his voice rang through my ears. We spoke for hours, he made me laugh, smile, happy. "Tomorrow?" James repeated, breathing heavily down the phone. I bit my lip, not sure whether I'd even be here by then, James was my best friend, he deserved to know everything, which was why I'd agreed to see him, but I wasn't sure I could face him. "Tomorrow." I confirmed, sounding nervous and hung up the phone. I crawled off the bed, walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a big, red suitcase, the one I'd used when I'd first moved to Melbourne, nine months ago. I pulled clothes from my draws and hangers, not paying much attention to what was going on. I emptied the contents of my bathroom cabinet into another bag and zipped it closed, placing it in the suitcase. I found a few pairs of shoes, my make-up bag, essential items I needed and placed them with the other bags. James began texting me, saying he was looking forward to seeing me and catching up properly the next day. Little did he know I was going to leave before he got the chance.

I pulled the suitcase, along with my handbag, my quilt and a few pillows downstairs and settled them by the door, I had no idea where I was going to go, I just needed to get away, drive somewhere, start fresh. I had $30o,000 in an account from my grandparents will, I couldn't access it until I turned 20, but that was only a few weeks away. I could survive on my savings until then, it would be tough, but I knew I could do it. If I decided to stay away from Melbourne for good, I could sell the house my mum had 'given' me and I would have more than enough money to support myself and my unborn child. I'd leave first thing in the morning, maybe I'd drive to Sydney, or Adelaide or a small town in the north. I didn't know Australia well, I just knew I needed to be Somewhere other than here. I went into the kitchen and opened every cupboard, looking for food to take with me. I found a few apples, a box of cereal, crisps, biscuits and a tin of beans. I placed them in yet another bag, along with a few bottles of water, a jar of coffee, a loaf of bread and some carrots from the fridge. It was enough to get me by, for a few days at least.

I hid the bags in the cupboard under the stairs, in case Sierra, or anyone else came back. It was 4pm, I still had a few hours to kill before attempting to sleep again, I just had no idea what to do, if I saw the others, I knew I'd act shifty and they'd know something was wrong. I'd text them all tomorrow telling them I'd gone, so no one could stop me. "It's just you and me now buddy." I said, stroking my stomach and smiling at the thought of another little human growing inside of me. "You don't need a daddy, I never had one and I'm just fine." I continued, I was 90% certain that the father of my child was Benji and he would never, ever come near me or me again. I decided to run myself a bath, I'd most likely be staying in dingy hotels for a while, who knew when I'd get a decent wash next. I ran the taps and added some bubble bath, letting the bubbles rise up higher and higher. I slipped off my lace underwear and pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the floor. I sunk into the bubbles and gasped as the warm water surrounded my body.

I let the water swallow my hair and wash over my face, I held my breath for a while, and then allowed the water to seep into my mouth and nose. I could feel the water choking me, my vision was blurry and I lost all control of my breathing, well, lack of it. I thought about staying there in that moment and ending it all. I quickly pulled myself up and began spluttering at the water forced its way out if my body and the air forced itself way back in. How could I have thought that way? I wouldn't just be killing myself, I'd be killing my child as well, I hadn't gone through hell and back just to give up. I needed to get a grip, prove that I was strong enough to cope, not just to myself, but to everyone around me. I was going to be a mother in no less than eight months, I had to be prepared. I washed my hair and pulled the plug, letting the water drain. I climbed out if the bath, wrapped a towel around my body and breathed in the freshness of the soft material. It was comforting, for a minute or two, and then reality hit me again. I felt sick, not the kind where vomit was about to spill from my mouth, the kind where my heart sank to my stomach and wouldn't allow me to breath properly. I had to get away. Tonight.

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So I think the next chapter will be the last one guys! Thank you so much to everyone that's continued to read to the end! I've loved this story so much, because I'm a Skip girl so yeah. BUUUT will it be a happy ending or not? Hmm we shall see.

I've asked my IG followers about the new fanfic as well and I've decided to write a Luke one as he seems to be the most popular choice. I've made the cover for it and it's called 'Jeopardy' so in going to write the 'bio' thing for it and upload it soon! x