Chapter 22: Jo Elma's POV

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I wake up and notice Jason sleeping next to me. His face is so adorable when he sleeps. I'm so comfortable that I don't wanna get up. I also notice that we were in our bedroom. I guess Jason picked me up and put me here. I try to slip out of bed to use the bathroom without waking him. As I start to move, I feel him start to shift in the bed. I stay quiet so that I don't wake him. I start to move again and I finally get out of his grasp. I run to the bathroom and do my business. I go back in the bedroom and notice him still sleeping. I start to walk out of the bedroom into the hallway, hurry down the stairs, and grab a soda from the fridge.

I hope that I'm able to surprise him tonight, I thought to myself as I look up places to have fun at.

I finally settled on Dave & Busters. I've never been there, so I ought to have fun. I start to set up that date for next week. Tonight, I'm planning on cooking chicken parmesan with julianne vegetables, something I enjoy eating. I sit down and look up a good recipe for the chicken parm. I settle on a Betty Crocker recipe. I make a grocery list to remember what the recipe asks for. I hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. Jason comes in, gets a cup of coffee, and sits down.

"What's up, babe?" he asks me.

"Nothing just writing down a recipe." I say to him with a smile.

"How are you feeling today?" he asks me with concern in his voice.

"Do you want me to tell the truth or lie to you?" I ask him.

"Umm the truth, duh, silly girl." he says to me with a smirk on his face.

"I feel..... umm....." I struggle to get the words out of my mouth.

"Babygirl, are you okay? You seem like you're hiding something from me here. You can tell me if something is wrong." he tells me with a concerned look on his face.

"I feel upset and suicidal." I say as I fall to my knees and start crying.

I hear him get up and rush over to me. He lifts my chin up to face him. I continue crying for several minutes. Then I get asked the question I was hoping he wouldn't ask.

"What happened to you in the past? Why are you like this?"

I look at him deep in the eyes as I feel a panic attack or a seizure coming. I start to shake really bad. He grabs ahold of me and holds me against him. The last thing I remember is him screaming before I blacked out into darkness.

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