Finding Yourself

chapter 48

"Hey baby, I was now gunna call you." Harry said as he answered his phone.

I have never not wanted to do something so much in my life. I loved Harry so much but there was an actual gun pointing at my head. I never thought I'd even be in this situation and I certainly never thought Jack would be behind the trigger and behind the murder of my bestfriend. My stomach churned at the thought. 

"Do it." Jack mouthed.

"Harry I'm... I mean I-"

"What's wrong Melanie, have you been crying?"

Jack raised his eyebrows at me as a way of saying 'hurry the fuck up.'

"No, I, I'm breaking up with you. I can't be with you anymore."

Jack shook his head.

"I mean I don't want to be with you anymore." I corrected.

Jack nodded at me and smiled.

"What? Why? What the fuck is going on?"

"Me and Jack sorted things out we're giving it another shot. I'm sorry Harry."

"You're going back to him?! After everything we've been through, Melanie what the fuck is happening?"

"Hang up, you're done." Jack mouthed, glaring at me.

"I'm sorry Harry I have to go."

"Melanie, baby-"

I hung up the phone before Harry could say anything else and more tears began to fall from my eyes. How and why was this happening to me? Why can't I just be happy?

"You're a fucking prick, Jack." I said quietly.

"Oh Mel, that wasn't so hard was it." Jack soothed, stroking my face.

"Don't fucking touch me." I spat edging away from his hand.

"Don't disrespect me, I'm the one with the gun in my hand." He smirked.

"Then fucking shoot me. Go on, stop threatening me with your fucking gun and shoot me. SHOOT ME YOU BASTARD."

"Calm down baby, you're not getting away that easily."

Baby? Only Harry called me that not him. Not this worthless piece of shit.

"Don't call me that." I glared. "I'm not your fucking baby and I never will be."

I kept pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming but surprisingly I didn't wake up. How can my day of started so perfectly and ended with me here with this fucking psychopath?

"What do you want from me Jack?" I said, exhausted with tears pooling in my eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"You dumped me and my life fell apart. Do you have any idea how much I loved you? How much I still love you?" He said, his eyes burning into me.

"Love me? You love me? You had a gun pointed at my fucking head, you killed my bestfriend, you just made me finish the boy I love. You've taken away every bit of happiness in my life. You don't love me, Jack. That isn't love. You're just jealous that I moved on and I was fucking happy so you took it all away."

He glared at me with narrow eyes.

"Hannah never did anything wrong. You knew how much she meant to me. She was like a sister to me and you took her life. You didn't only kill apart of me that day but you killed apart of her family and her boyfriend and all of her friends. And Harry? He is one of the best people I've ever met. He makes me laugh, he's always there for me. He loves me and makes me feel special. He was there for me, picking me up from the darkest places when Hannah died. Not you. If you really loved me, you would want me to be happy. You wouldn't of taken my happiness away."

Tears were now streaming down my face and my body was shaking. "Look what you're doing." I cried. "Look at me!"

He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. "I'm sorry Mel, but that's all over now. I needed to teach you that I am your happiness. I can be everything you need me to be. I can pick you up from the dark places. I can make you feel special. I can be your bestfriend. You wont need anyone but me."

"But I don't want you. Can't you see? Threatening to kill me isn't going to make me love you. I hate you. I hate you so much." I said with hatred in my eyes.

"Well you're going to have to live with it because that's how its going to be now." He said quietly before heading into the kitchen.

Fine. If he wants it that way, I'll play his silly game. I wiped the smeared mascara from around my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Just going to the toilet babe." I called as I made my way to the stairs.

"What did you just say?" Jack said, confusion clear on his face.

"I said, I'm just going to the toilet." I smiled sweetly.

"No after that, you called me babe."

"Oh, did I?" I giggled. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay." He grinned. "I'll be up soon."

I nodded and as soon as my back was turned, my smile disappeared and my stomach was churning at the though of calling him babe or being nice to him in anyway shape or form. I headed into the bathroom, unbuttoned my shirt, showing more cleavage than normal and walked back out. I heard him thudding up the stairs seconds after me and my sweet smile returned as he came into sight.

"You okay?" He asked, gulping hard and flicking his eyes from my face to my chest. Which made me want to gag a little.

"Yeah, I was thinking, ya know, about what you said. Maybe we can work again. We've grown up together, we're a big part of eachothers lives, not many people get that and I think it's stupid we throw away that special bond." I said in the most sincere way possible.

I was lying through my teeth but if Jack 'loved me' I knew it wouldn't take long to let his guard down and if I wanted to get back to Harry as soon as possible, that's what I needed to do.

"I knew you'd see the light, all of this, what I've done, it was for us!" He smiled. "I knew you'd get it, I knew it."

He leaned in to kiss me but I wasn't going that far. I quickly turned around, pretending not to see his disgusting, pouting lips staring at me.

"I'm really tired." I said, faking a yawn. "I'm going to bed. It'll be fine if I slept in your bed won't it?"

"Of course." Jack said almost bursting with joy.

Fucking idiot. I wanted nothing more than to ring his neck but that wouldn't help me get back to Harry. He'd be home from Ireland tomorrow which meant I had until then, to get away from this shitbag.

Bring it on.