My Lovely Jerk {Completed}

Chapter - 37

Elle’s P.O.V

There is one more memory, the voice in my head told me the second my eyelids fluttered open.

I sat in the car, not responding to the voice as my body filled with anger.

"The fucking jerk! How dare he act like we were together before the wreck?! What nerve! What audacity! Oh, next time I see him I will castrate him and make him gargle on his own bal-"

Calm down, Elle.

"Calm down? Calm down?! That monkey shit eater had me believing we were dating! He is a selfish bastard!"

There is one more memory you need ... the day of the graduation. It will clear everything up.

“Give it to me. I want to know everything,” I hissed.

Of course you do, the voice said with sarcasm.

***

Bryson’s P.O.V

It had been one hour since she took off in my car and with every second that has passed the anger within me has multiplied. Elle was mentally thirteen and I know she can’t know a lot about how to drive. But as much as I wanted to worry about the condition of my car, I found myself more worried about her and what would happen if she got in a wreck.

Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment I dared not think of that. The thought of her getting hurt made my stomach turn and flip.

Clasping my phone, even tighter, I considered calling the police and reporting her missing. However, something told me to give her another minute ... or two.

Pacing back and forth, for the millionth time, I paid no heed to how I was making a visible track in the plush green grass. Nothing worried me at the moment, besides Elle. Oh gosh, where the Hell could see have gone?!

Stopping, I looked down at my hand that was holding my cell. Maybe, I should call her mother to see if she went there. But, if Elle wasn’t there her mom would surely think I’ve lost her daughter and throw another attempt to get Elle home. I couldn’t have that ... I couldn’t have Elle leave.

You have to get over this not wanting her to leave. She will leave the second she remembers everything! Or, we will just kick her out the second we get the money after the marriage, like originally planned... Just:

Remember your plan!

Remember why you are doing this!

The sound of a car engine snapped me out of my thoughts.

Looking over I saw Elle park my car in my designated parking spot. Not wasting a single second, I marched over to her. Opening the driver’s door I looked her over to see that she was perfectly fine. I bit back a sigh in relief.  “What the Hell is wrong with you?” I asked the moment she got out of my car. “Are you fucking stupid?! You took my car! You don’t even know how to frickin’ drive-”

“Obviously I do,” She pointed out as her eyes drifted over to my unscathed car. Looking back at me with her deep brown eyes, Elle gave the biggest smile I’d ever seen plastered on her face. “I love you!” She shrieked. “You are like totally my world! I’m so, so happy we are getting married!”

Taking a step back, I wondered what was wrong with her because she was all ... bubbly. Could she really be happy about this? And wait - “Love?!”

Her head shook rapidly up and down. “Yes! I love you Bryson Wyatt. Oh my gosh! I can’t believe in two days I will be Elle Wyatt! Can you believe it?! Wow! I have dreamed of this since I was like, six!"