Homeless(Jake Miller Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10

Jake (pov)

"Hello?" I said.

"Look, Caroline, you can try to run from me but I will find you. You'll pay for what happened in New Orleans. You'll never be off the hook. So watch out."

The line went dead just as Amelia woke up. "Hey, who called?" She asked, groaning. Once her eyes were open, she looked up at me. "Well, Caroline, you might want to call Calvin back."

Her eyes bulged out in shock, and avoided mine. "W-What?" I scoffed before getting out of bed. "What the HELL is going on, Amelia? Or Caroline?"

She burst into tears, and burried her head into the sheets. "Jake," she begged. "I'm giving you a chance, you don't have to beg just yet," I retorted.

"Calvin isn't important, and I just want to stay away from him. Leave it be." Her puppy dog eyes looked up at me before I walked away.

Amelia (pov)

He just walked away. He just left. After nearly 2 years, Calvin was still destroying everything. I still didn't have the courage to stand up to it and face everything I had done. If I hadn't been such a slut, my parents woudn't have moved to LA and been killed in the process.

Jake was just sitting on the couch when I walked out with my suitcase. I had thrown on yoga pants and a tee shirt quickly and packed up my stuff. "Running back to New York?" Jake snarled.

I took a deep breath before firing back,"No, New Orleans." He looked up at me a little shocked. "W-Why?" He asked, standing up. "You care?" I snarled. "By the way," I finished, "Thanks for the dress."

I slammed the door.

I was getting a little tired of fighting with Jake, but it was just self defense. He keeps attacking me, and I'm sick of feeling like everything's my fault.

But it is. I just want to shrivell up in a corner and cry. Then, Jake's arms will comfort me. I admit I made a mistake a few years ago in New Orleans, but I've done my suffering. I was tired of always being miserable.

I needed Jake back, but he was just going to drop my heart and break it again. I've run out of superglue to fix it. So, I ran away to avoid any pain. Why couldn't I have just confessed everything to him?

As the taxi pulled up, I held in my tears. "LAX," I said, taking a seat.

I took a deep inhale before the driver put the keys in the ignition.

On the drive to the airport, I took my phone out and started a new note.

Ideas: Tell him I'm really Amelia

Go back as Caroline

Not go at all

This Calvin situation was complicated. I had no idea how to approach it, but I knew I yearned for it to be over. We pulled into the airport and I rolled my suitcase inside.

I managed to get a seat on a 4:37 flight to New Orleans, but that meant waiting aimlessly in the airport for 2 1/2 hours.

That's a long time for a broken- hearted person,

8 Hours Later

Once I landed, I put a hoodie on over my tee shirt and went hotel- scavaging. No one remembers me. Good. It helps that I look totally different now.

I got a taxi to my hotel, a simple Holiday Inn Express on the edge of the city. From there, it was a 45 minute drive to Calvin's. So, the moment I got to my room, I threw down my suitcase and headed for the rental car place.

Jake (pov)

8 Hours Ago

After Amelia left, my only thoughts were "Damn, you screwed up" and "Why the royal fuck did you let her go?" I sat for a while, trying to convince myself I'd get over it.

Then, it hit me.

Yeah, I love her, but who's Calvin? Can he hurt her? Does she love him? I needed to know so badly that I got a duffle bag together and drove like a maniac to the airport.

I got there at 5:30, but Amelia's flight, the one I'm guessing she'd been on, had already taken off an hour prior. I got a ticket for a 6:44 flight, but I couldn't wait that long.

Someone once taught me that waiting is suffering for a broken- hearted person. I guess she's right. So, as I'm sitting here, I'm wondering if that's how she still feels.