4: Forever, Miss Clumsy (John Pearce/Justice Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 12

* Carla’s POV *

It was the day we have all been waiting for – court trial. Finally, the battle was coming to an end. However, it seems that it was my ending.

For twenty years, I’ve been trying to work on a revenge, not just to get their money, but to get what was supposed to be mine and for my child. All I ever wanted was to live happily with my Jacob, but the things I had done to other people were I know horrible. People were right when they all told me that karma would bite me in the future, realising it was all too late to back out.

And that happened when I pulled the trigger that killed the only son I wanted to be with all my life. The revenge I planned was all for him, and yet, I didn’t even succeed. Truthfully speaking, I don’t even know myself anymore. I used to be a cheerful girl before, but the love that I had for David ruined everything. I had a chance once to prove my life was still worth it when I married Trent, but my goal to being David’s girl never left my mind.

I wanted to be his as I wanted him to be mine, forgetting the whole second chance I had in my life. Trent loved me even he knew my heart belonged to David, thinking that in time, I could love him as well. He treated me well as I was the only one he had when his girlfriend died giving birth to Blade. Yes, there was love for him, but not as much as I wanted David.

When David chose Grace for the nth time, it was the root of my payback – taking what was mine back. It was true that David and Grace have been together for a longer time, but the two broke up in the middle of their relationship, and that’s when I entered. Although, when Grace came back, David accepted her and let go of me like what happened between us was nothing.

The second time it happened, I thought that it was really over for them. However, I was wrong when I found David rejecting me.

“David shouldn’t be blamed here. It was your own fault dad rejected you.” I heard a voice spoke up, and at the end of my room, my Jacob was sitting on one side.

“Jacob, you’re alive!” I exclaimed as I ran towards him, but he disappeared and was now behind me. “No!” I was hallucinating, perhaps just thinking of him being alive.

When the cops came that night, he was pronounced dead, so this could just be my imagination. Jacob inside my room was my imagination.

“You could have just loved Trent. Dad still gave me child support. Our lives would have been better.” He spoke up once again. “I wouldn’t be dead. You could have caught up with me on what I liked when you had gotten me with you, instead of plotting something more against the family I lived with. You know what – I’m thankful that even if I only had a few years in my life, I was happy because of the family that adopted me and the friends who never left my side.” Water formed in his eyes when Jacob spoke up, sharing his opinion on things.

He was right. When I had finally gotten him, not once did I ask what he wanted to eat, or what kind of music he like, or if he had any girlfriends, or what movies he was looking forward to watch. I don’t know him at all.

Instead of catching up with him and living the life I wanted from the start, I still went back to that revenge I planned all along. As long as the Hughes’ sisters were alive, I couldn’t stop myself from not hurting them, not erasing them from this world.

“They’re my sisters! You’re plotting something bad about my sisters, so of course, I’ll save them.” He uttered. “What you had done to them, especially Hope, was the worst thing any person could do – torturing her every single time you get a hold of her. And what’s worse, you used your own son for your revenge. No mother would ever let her child in danger!”