I opened my door slightly, in case my baby needs me I can hear it or the fact that I'm waiting that he'll realize my feeling. I walked to my bathroom turning on the water faucet, shut my bathroom door and stripped. My hands travelling my own body, touching all my weakness, stare into nothing as I moaned his name softly, hoping noone heard. As I got to climax, someone knocked my door and speak.
"Jane, please pay me today." Another knock, I tried to finish quickly while muffling my voice. "I need it."
"Okay." I washed my hands, then wrap a towel on me. "Wait." I went out and saw him staring at me. I looked away, finding my wallet in my bag and took out money. I turn around, looking at him smirking, feels like something is wrong.
"Surprise." He said proudly as the knife on his hand, piercing my chest, so closed to my heart between my ribs. He chuckled and pull it out as the blood begin to flow out of my chest and mouth looking content. "Been wanting it for a while now." There it goes that beautiful eyes smiles at me.
I put both hands on my bleeding wound, stare back at him content as I lay on the floor. I love to see his smile. I smile at him and finally said it, the words I'm keeping this whole time. "I'm so sorry for everything."
He smirked. "Its not enough."
"I know, and thank you for everything." I then collapsed into darkness.
Niall's POV
I heard a crashed and dazed to my mom's room knowing she's not yet asleep at this hour, shocked. I kneed by her side, shook her shoulder trying to wake her up, but no answer. I turned to look at him.
"She stabbed herself when I came." He seemed sincere. "Lets take her to ER." He lift my mom and hold her tight as we got into the car, lay her on the backseat. "Press her wound with it." He handed me a cloth. I took it and do as he said. He got into the driver's seat and drive.
Jane's POV
I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus and look around, finding my son asleep holding my hand. It must be tough for him. "I'm sorry, baby." He looked pale, maybe worrying me. I heard a door closed, seeing a tall figure walking to me and stood with messy blood stained shirt. "Sorry for your shirt."
"What? Why?" He seem puzzled, then looked at his shirt and looked back at me chuckled. "Hey, I'm sorry for last night."
"I'm fine." Giving my best smile.
"I didn't mean a real sorry, I'm just saying." He grabbed my chin.
"Okay, thanks." I smile even wider.
"Dumb." He pinched my ear.
"I know I am." And smile even wider.
My son coughed, staring at me with sleepy eyes. "Mom, are you okay now?" I nod. "I got a midterm exam, but really are you okay now? Is it alright if i leave you?"
"I'm alright, baby. You should go attend your exam, I got this person here anyway." I eyed him.
He mumbled. "Yeah, this person is here." Pointing at himself. "Go to school, quick." Took my son's backpack and went out with him.
Dean's POV
"Thank you for last night, man. You saved my mom." He smiled. I smiled back and nod. This kid don't know the truth, nor will I tell him.
"Wait in the lobby, I told my friend to pick you up." I command.
"Sure, thanks again." He went off.
I walked back to the room
looking at her in disbelief. She's trying to kill herself. "Are you crazy?!" She slowly untie the oxygen cord she wrapped around her neck, pale. "If I'm late you'd be dead by now" She seem guilty, then mouthed sorry. "It isn't about what you've done, just don't die." She looked at me surprised and worried. "What's wrong with that face?"
She smiled nervously. "Thanks."
"Why?" I frowned.
"You want me to live." She get up and sit properly.
"I'll hurt you enough first."
P.S
It' been so long since the last time I write a story, hope you'll like this this story too.
