Poison To My Quickie

To be Continued

Okay so this story is going to be put on hold. Nobody is reading it no way.

Jasmine P.O.V.

"You can't keep sulking and crying, about how you let one guy in, to do the same the last did. It’s not your fault, and you didn't know he would hurt you. No I'm not saying every guy is the same, but most are.

So if you’re truly over Nard like you said you were, those heart breaks, trust issues, and crying your self to sleep will stop. Why? Because he shouldn't have no affect on you. Let him go Jasmine, and Elijah...  you don't know what Julia and him have going on, for all you know they are together but Elijah will not claim her. You've caught feelings for him but you not ready to be into something yet.

So let it go. Walk away; take a trip, clear your mind. You don't have to tell anyone where you’re going." Rob and I had been on the phone almost 4 hours.

What he spoke was true and I just needed to let go. I think I'm going to take this break after all.

Rob, ex had called him saying she wanted him back, but when she kissed him he realized, why they broke up in the first place, the spark was gone. So Rob and I sat on the phone trying to make each other feel better about our sorry lives. Together we were going to leave; a break from this town so when we came back, everything that hurt us will fade away. We would become stronger.

As much as I hate to admit it Elijah was my poison, slowly moving thru my body, breaking down my walls, and turning me into complete mush. It felt so right to be with him. To have someone there and hold you close. Be silly with, and laugh and talk with. But he was my poison, breaking down my walls and covering my eyes from seeing what's ahead.

Seeing that he had a girl, he was another Nard and I refused to be a Jazzy, and be put thru the same shit I wanted to stop.

Rob, will be my backbone for awhile and I will be his, I mean that's what friends are for right? Being there for you?

So I wait for the house to become silenced, as I pack my clothes. I grab my suitcase and pack them into the car. I can only cry as I feel my heart ready to let go of pain and be happy. I don't want to leave my family but some times they remind you of pain. I can't see them, or I will want to stay. I close the front door, and walk to the car,

“Jas? Where are you going?"

I turned to face Jesse one last time,

“To be free"

I walk to the car, and drove off; tears are streaming down my face as I crash right into a four wheeler truck. I am going to be free………………………

To be continued.......