Something Like Fate: A BajanCanadian FanFiction

Chapter 13: Unlucky or Not?

Kinda sad votes went down. :( but oh whale. *SIGHS* Any ways still going to write..

Chapter 13: Unlucky or Not? 

"MITCHELL DONALD RALPH HUGHES!!" I screech. He walks out of the bathroom. "Yes?"

"Where's.My.Ring?"

"Where it belongs!"

"I swear to God, if you don't find that ring RIGHT now, I will kill you."

"Relax Jerome's just cleaning it."

"You better hope he is. " I walk into the kitchen. Jerome sat, cleaning my ring. I rest my head on his

shoulder. He turns his head and kisses me. Small sparks. Small progress. Good enough for me.

I walk into our room again, and open my bag to pull out some clothes. I see another Tiffany Blue

box with a cream colored ribbon. I open it. Inside, sits a 6-karat ring with a platinum band and

the words, "LillianLovesBajan" are engraved inside, and small diamonds are placed on the outside

of the band. I blink, tears threatening to fall. I take the ring, and I slip I attatch it to a thin, silver chain.

I wear it like a neckalace, hiding it beneath my shirt. I know it would break Jerome's heart. I walk

back into the kitchen, and Jerome pulls me aside. "We need to talk." he says. I walk as he leads

me to a closet. We step inside the small space. 

"I'm breaking up with you."

"WHAT?!"

"I know you don't like me."

"Jerome, wh..why?"

"It's ok. Be free."

I walk out. Unphased. I walk down the hall, and I hear Mitch talking. 

"I love you so much baby gurl."

"I know Mitch I love you more, though." A small voice replies..Ashley. I feel like crying. For real.

I storm away from the door, my foot hitting it before I stalk off. Owww... I take my bag, and pack up

my things. I rip off my ring neckalace and throw it at Mitch's door. I rush into the guest room, and

slam the door. I throw my bags onto the ground, and jump onto the bed. I feel tears coming.  

Falling.

What am I DOING here..What am I doing with my life..? I hear footsteps outside my door. Whispers.

My phone vibrates.

From: Mitch<3

U okay? :)

I respond:

To: Mitch</3

</3

I set my phone down. I sit on the bed, and my phone receives a notification. A text.

From: 319-345-764

Stay away from Mitch.

I already know. Ashley. I swallow hard, tears tugging at my eyes. I close my eyes, and hear a

knock. I open the door a crack. I see a brown eye staring back. I jolt backwards, shocked. A laugh

escapes through the crack. Mitch. He opens the door, and closes it.