mine - j.g

thirty six;

1 year later...

isabelle;

finally my modelling tour is over and i get to back home.

being away from jack, it's so hard. but for some reason, this time.. i had a very weird, unsettling feeling.

johnson would constantly call me – wondering how i was, seeing if jack called that day. whenever i'd answer, what seemed like the typical answer of 'no, i haven heard from', johnson would scoff, mumbling 'typical'.

by the fifth month into me travelling, jack's unknown absence became just a regular and normal day for me.

nate suddenly got much more into my life as the months went on, too. he would call in the morning and johnson would call at night.

sammy on the other hand, he was constantly texting me. if i ever responded with a single worded answer, he'd automatically believe that something was wrong. it was weird.

oh! and when i told the boys my landing date and time, jack was never involved in the planning of picking me up to bring me home. automatically, johnson said the three – sammy, nate, johnson – would be the ones to get me.

> >

as my plane landed, there was something wrong and different. and i could feel it.

my stomach began to ache, nervousness growing.

making my way to the baggage claim, the nervousness began to grow more, causing me to wonder what was going on.

i finally got my bags, checking my phone for the assigned pick-up location from the boys.

from: sammy
we're waiting for you outside of your gate... gate 9 right?

i chuckle at the message, shaking my head at his doubts.

to: sammy
yes sammy, gate 9

on my way out the doors, i see three psycho boys that i call my friends, waiting in the car for me.

all their heads turn to me, their faces lighting up, as well as mine.

"hey boys!" i yell, opening my arms for the first boy running towards me.

johnson practically rockets me off the ground, swinging me around.

"i missed you!" he yells, "it's been twelve months!"

my laugh grows, as nate pushes him out of the way, "hey cupcake."

"hey brand muffin?" he scoffs at the nickname i give him.

"does that mean, i'm.." he gasps, "bland!?"

"yep." i smile, hugging him, "just kidding. you're more of a carrot muffin."

"wow, thanks." he hugs me back, before sammy yells.

"my turn!"

sammy runs into my arms dramatically, "how was your year?" he says into my hair.

"good. yours?" i ask.

he looks me in the eyes, "ugh. you left me with the most psycho boys."

"you're one of them, sammy.." i laugh.

"thanks." he shakes his head.

"hey, i have an idea... how about you guys bring me home!?" i sarcastically clap my hands.

they all stare at each other, a face i've never quite seen take over each one of their faces.

"what's wrong?" i ask.

"n..nothing. k, let's go." johnson says.

i nod, gulping hard. maybe this is why i had a weird feeling?

> >

"jack!?" i call as i walk in. johnson, sammy and nate were behind me as i continue to step inside.

"his car was outside. where is he?" i say to myself, johnson responding.

"i don't know, isabelle." his voice shaky.

suddenly a loud bang from the bedroom is heard for all four sets of our ears.

"what the fuck?" i mumble, dropping my luggage and walking upstairs.

as i walk up the stairs, i hear a girl's voice whispering, jack – most likely – telling her to "sh."

i bust open the door, a scene in front of me that causes me to immediately loose any sane left in me.

shaking my head, i walk downstairs. taking anything of mine here that i can quickly grab before jack comes down.

"isabelle!" i hear his voice, as well as two sets of feet.

"no, don't fucking isabelle me, especially while your fucking toy is still here!" i sneer, looking at the blonde slut still in my face, "why the fuck are you still here!? you've already ruined my trust for this asshole, and our marriage. so get the fuck out of my face before i do something i really regret!" i yell at her.

her eyes grew wide, "s..sorry."

i pathetically laugh, "like an apology will help."

johnson quickly rushes to me, holding me, knowing i was about to go off at jack as soon as the bitch was gone.

the door shut, and i was right, my temperature skyrocketed, as well as any sane i ever had – gone.

"you. fucking. jerk! what the fuck, jack!? couldn't stand me being gone one year, huh? or is it that one year is too long for you to keep your goddamn dick in your pants!?" something suddenly clicked, "that's why you three were so into my life... you guys knew something was up. and you!" i turn to jack, "you're a fucking liar. oh isabelle, all i want is you. a family would be nice, but all i want is you. yeah, bull-fuckin-shit you asshole."

"yeah, right. you wanted me since nate had me. blah, blah, blah." i rip the wedding ring off my finger, throwing at him, "all you fucking wanted was me until you found i was useless to you." i shake my head, "what an ass you are." i walk to the nearest picture of him and i, pushing it off the wall so it falls to the floor, shattering.

"your fucking friends cared about me. more than you fucking did." i begin to get overwhelmed with sadness, tears taking over my eye sight, causing me to run upstairs to get my clothes.

i'm so done with this fucking bullshit.