Die for us

I couldn't give a fuck.

Jason’s POV –

I drive off a couple blocks and park again. I sit in the darkness of my car and stare straight ahead. I was unable to fathom what had just happened between Jane and I. I step out of the car, feeling my blood boiling. I bring my hands up into my hair and tug on the ends, wanting to snatch it off my head in despair.

I groan loudly, practically yelling and punch want seemed to be a fence to someone’s house. I can’t believe how dumb I was to let Ashley do away with me. I should have known it was her the minute I saw blonde hair. Intoxicated or not, it should have been clear to me who it was. My excuses for my actions won’t make up for what I did and I’m suffering for it.

I press my fists against the fence and bow my head, staring at the floor. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing the hurt in Jane’s eyes and how bad I just wanted to hold her.

I should have held her, no matter what the consequence I should have let her know I cared.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” I shake my head.

Why couldn’t I just tell her how I feel? How I really feel about her. I couldn’t find the correct word and she grew impatient so fast. I’ve never been shut out by a girl like this.

I wasn’t going to let her go, not over something this fucked up.

I meant it when I said she was the best thing that came into my life and now I have to prove it.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I stiffen thinking maybe its Jane. I grab for my phone and look at the screen, sighing once I see that it’s not Jane. It was Chris asking how the conversation went. I don’t even bother replying, I guess I’d do a recap of it when I get home.

I look at my phone for a moment and take in the screensaver. The photo of Jane and I on the beach together. I just stare at it for a moment, how could things go from so great to fucked up so fast?

I put my phone back in my pocket and push myself away from the fence. I walk back over to my car, the door still open. I step inside and close it shut behind me before starting the car again and driving home.

Bryn’s POV –

I miss him.

I miss him already and it’s only been what? One hour since he left? Yea that’s not a lot; I know this but even if I was mad at him I just wanted him around. Why wouldn’t he hold me when I feel that he wanted to?

I would have shoved him, I know myself all too well. But in the end I would have given in and cried into his chest, holding onto him. That’s all I wanted.

After I cried on the floor Blissity finally appeared and helped me stand up. She rubbed my back as she helped me get upstairs and into the room. I fell on the bed, curling up into a ball and looked out the window, holding my phone close to my chest.

Blissity sighs, kissing my cheek.

“It’s going to be OK Bryn.” Blissity says before patting my shoulder and walking out of the room.

When she leaves I sit up on the bed and finally I no longer want to cry. I guess my body was tired of crying or I had run out of tears. I stare at my phone before looking around the room.

“We have two...almost one week left together. Will these last weeks be how we spend it....apart?” I say to myself.

When the weeks are up, Jeff will be out to get me. Maybe by then I’ll be back to my old cold hearted self. I wanted to face Jeff with Jason by my side but now that doesn’t seem like the case.