Jelsa The Caterer

Chapter 41

<<<ELSA'S POV>>>

Why did Pitch want me to meet at the junkyard of all places? Couldn't have picked a nicer place; I wonder why the junkyard though. He was acting so weird on the phone. Before I could think any further, his car pulls up and he leans again the front of it.

"Pitch, what's wrong?" I asked in concern.

He looked down at the floor. I could see his eyes were glassy; is he about to cry?

"P-Pitch? Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

The next thing he asked shocked me, yet I was so confused on why he asked.

"Do you love him?" Pitch whispered, his voice cracked when he said the word love.

"I...why are you asking me this?" I asked.

Then he looked up and I could see hurt, betrayal and anger. The look of anger did quite scare me not going to lie.

"Do. You. Love. Him?" Pitch repeated.

I knew exactly who he meant; Jack. Well, I don't know! Sure he gives me butterflies, makes my heart do flips and gives me hope of some sort of relationship but then he goes into jerk mode, a moody obnoxious jerk.

"I-I don't know..." I said.

Pitch did the unexpected. He dropped to his knees and began to sob; my heart broke as I watched my best friend crying on the floor and I went to approach him.

"Stay away from me." He hissed.

I flinched at his sudden tone. I was going to respond when he jumped up, anger was clear on his face.

"Why him?!" Pitch hissed.

"Why him?" Pitch sobbed.

"WHY HIM!" Pitch roared.

I jumped at his outburst. He wasn't going to stop any time soon, I could tell from the look on his face that he had things to say.

"I HAVE LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE KIDS! WHY HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THAT?! WHO WAS THERE FOR YOU WHEN ADGAR WAS BEATING YOU?! ME! WHO WAS THERE AFTER YOU WERE BULLIED IN HIGH SCHOOL?! ME! WHO WAS THERE WHEN YOU HAD NOBODY ELSE TO TURN TO?! ME! WHO WAS THERE AFTER THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE DIED?! OH WAIT, ME! I LOVED YOU AND RESPECTED YOUR LOVE FOR HIM! NOW, YOU LOVE THAT JERK OF ALL PEOPLE?! WHY ARE YOU SO OBLIVIOUS TO MY FEELINGS?! ARE YOU DOING IT ON PURPOSE?!" He roared.

He was panting violently out of breath and I stood there completely paralysed. He has loved me since we were kids? What? I don't know how I didn't see all the signs.

"I-I didn't know. I'm so sorry..." I stammered feeling rather upset with myself.

"That sorry is way too late! Get out of my life." He hissed.

He nudged past me causing me to fall. There was pain in my hand suddenly, I looked and there was blood beginning to spill. My hand had landed in glass, I couldn't feel the pain; I feel numb...I just lost my best friend.

"E-Els, your hand! Here, let me help--" I cut him off.

"No, you made your position in my life quite clear. Leave me alone," I whispered.

"Els..." He whispered.

I got myself up and pulled the glass shards out of my hand as I walked away. I can't believe all of this...I need someone to talk to. I grabbed my phone and called Merida. Hopefully, she answers.

"Hello?" - Merida

"Merida, I-I need you. Could I come to your place?" - Elsa

"Els? You don't sound good, go to my place and I'll be there soon." - Merida