Unpredictable Love

Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Harry's POV

"It doesn't matter, I can't stay here." Her weak voice explains.

This is all wrong. She's giving up her chance at college because she's trying to escape me. I broke up with her so she could better her life, not ruin it.

Everything is backfiring, I didn't want to stand in her way of life but here I am finding another way to do so.

Her facial expression looks crushed and hopeless, little does she know this is how I'm internally feeling. She's starting to become slightly more coherent but not much, she still doesn't need to drive.

Should I tell her I'm an idiot and I tried to break us up for her, so she could move on without me as an anchor holding her back. No. I can't tell her that, I can't be selfish.

At this point I'm begging her with my eyes, pleading that she doesn't get into the car. I can tell her car is turned on and I wonder why she didn't turn it off.

"Do you really hate me?" I can't help but ask her.

Her blue eyes study the ground and she shrugs her shoulder. Her response is barely audible but I can hear her.

"I want to. I wish I hated you." She whispers. "But I don't, I love you...too much. That's why I've got to leave." She explains truthfully.

Neither of us say anything else and she turns slowly and climbs into her car. Every bone in my body aches to run towards her, and stop her from getting into that car.

Before I have time to act on my thoughts, she pulls out of the lot.

The warm summer air whips around my body as I stand alone in the lot. My fingers roughly yank through my curls, and I blink rapidly.

A bead of water rolls down my cheek and I can't hold back anymore. I sink down to my knees allowing my tears to consume me. I love that fucking girl so much, how can she not realize the truth.

We're perfectly wrong for each other, but we clearly aren't right for anybody else. Why is it so easy for her to believe that I don't love her, which is a lie, but so hard for her to see the truth, that I do love her.

I stand up, brushing my pants off and rake my finger through my curls. Shit. What am I going to do.

Patting my back pockets I finally find my cell phone and I yank it out and dial the familiar number. The call rings a few times before finally she picks up.

"Hello?" Her voice sounds...off.

"Jocelyn, hey it's me, Harry." I tell Jocelyn. "Jocelyn listen to me, Karleigh just left my house extremely drunk and she wouldn't listen to me when I told her not to get into the car. If she's not home in fifteen minutes, call me." I instruct her.

Karleigh's aunt stays silent for a moment, and I hear a muffled sob in the background.

"Harry," her hoarse voice calls. "She's not coming home..." Jocelyn trails off and my heat begins to race.

What happened to Karleigh, am I missing something? Does she know something that I don't?

"What do you mean?" I dare to ask.

"She left earlier tonight, with all of her belongings. Harry, she's going back to Atlanta." Jocelyn explain. Vile rises in my throat. So she wasn't just saying that out of spite to me earlier. I figured she was just saying that to lash out at me, likes he did once before.

Karleigh was serious this time, she really is leaving.

"Jocelyn, it's going on two in the morning, they aren't sending out anymore flights. So if she's not staying with you...where is she staying tonight?" I speak my thoughts in panic.