My Everything//James Franco A.U

Chapter 32

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The look on his face broke whatever heart I had left.He ran to me hugging me daying that I was lying, but I wanted to break up. I pushed him off of me and told him I needed space, he said we coud take a break and I agreed. I told him a week without me.

"Impossible." he held me closer.

"Even at school."

"NO!! " He yelled. "I know you're hurt and sad, but don't let go of me. I wouldn't be able to bare it."

I slowly came to my senses and agreed that it was stupid because honestly I needed him more then anything right now. Leaving him would just ruin me, it would be suicide. I laid in bed and waited for James to say something, anything.

"Please think clearly next time before you actually kill me with words." He said.

"Sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for because my dear whatever your going through I'll be there, the whole way out." He gave me a hug.

After that, James was nowhere to be seen. I hadn't seen him in a week and he wouldn't answer my messages. I felt horibble and maybe I pushed him to where he thought maybe some space could be good. I respect that , but wouldn't he tell me?

That is why I'm standing infront of his bedroom door with his mom walking away, she told me he's unstable and to scream if anythign has happened. I didn't understand her and honestly I was afraid to go in. It's James, I have too because I love him and I need him.

He laid there, he was out cold. He had bag under his eyes,they seemed puffy yet I couldn't tell.

I laid next to him and scooted closer hugging him. He opened his arms wider and laid his head upon mine, I hugged him back feeling an ache in my chest from the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy.

"Why not?" I joked.

"Babe."

"I haven't heard from you in..how long again?" I looked at him.

He looked down at me and sighed. He opened his louth to say something just to close it again. He let go of me and sat up along with myself and ran a hand through his hair, he was shirtless with basketball shorts on.

"Recently, my mom erm..gotta call from back in Palo Alto she uh s-she said that they called to say my um..m-m-my dad is d-dead." He tried so hardly to say.

I looked at him and he only shook his head looking at his hand which were folded in his lap. He continued to talk with sorrow in his voice, "That's why he hasn't called he is dead and dead people can't call alive people b-because they're dead." He started to ramble quickly.

"James?" I said.

"B-Because they aren't alive! If he's not alive he can't call me and say he loves me or Dave! David was in tears! I-I yelled and threw things Manda! I lost it. . ." He started to cry.

"James!! Babe!" I tried to get his attention by sitting in his lap grabbing his cheeks forcing him to look at me. "Please?! It's not your fault!" I tried to convince him.

"I-I attacked them and I didn't even know Amanda." He sobbed.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he cried into my neck. I ran my hands through his hair and kissed his head, he would tighten and loosen his grip on me.

"James." I said.

He stayed quiet yet I know he was listening.

"I love you."