Trust (A Nash Grier Fanfiction)

Chapter 19

Authors Note

Sorry if this chapter took longer to update, I have been going through all of the chapters and correcting them. I also updated my other story Love at First Sight before this one so that took me longer.

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Still?

Jake. He's the one. Jake and Blake are working together. Jake hired Blake to be an 'inside source' and follow me around. I can't believe I didn't see this before. If I had, I wouldn't be in this room. I would still be in that hospital getting help. Actually, I may not even have to be in that hospital room getting help. I wouldn't need to.

Shawn said that he was going to check up on me in the morning. I won't have to wait that long until I get out of here. Shawn will know if something is wrong.

I can never trust Nash again though. He's the one who made me lose my memory. How could I have just let that go? He doesn't even care about me.

As I think of this, my eyes start to get filled up with tears. It's at the point where my vision is blurry from the tears. Then, I let those tears go and stop any new tears from surfacing. I think to myself-Nash isn't worth my tears.

Now that Shawn is back from rehearsing, he'll probably confront Nash about it. He never had the chance to before. I wasn't even supposed to be dating Nash, according to Shawn.

What I don't get is how someone so sweet and caring, is actually so devious and cruel.

How did this happen? Why is Nash like this? I'll know soon enough when I get out of here, correction, if I get out of here.

I hear pounding at the door. "I have someone who wants to see you," I hear a voice that sounds a lot like Jake's. It probably is. I see the door open to a person even worse than Jake or Blake.

"Father." I say emotionless; not making eye-contact.

"Skylar, dear, come give your father a hug," I look at his face and he has a sinister look on his face.

"What do you want from me?" How had my father even escaped from jail? Again.

"What I didn't have the chance to do because of your brother and his friends."

"Do you even care about me?" I scream at him and then continue, "You hurt me! Bad! And now you're probably going to do it again while I'm already hurt! After all these years and obstacles that I've gone through, you're still here hurting me! What do you want from me? I don't have anything that you want!"

"Oh on the contrary my darling," he starts. "You have that envelope." My father stares at me straight into my eyes.

"It's mine now. I deserve to know what happened. I have already started reading it. I know it's about mom. She didn't misteriously die. You killed her. Didn't you? Mom didn't die because of drinking too much, you killed her. You murdered her. Am I right? Or am I right? You'll be in jail for the rest of your life now," I'm the one who has something over him now.

"Yeah. It's true. You can't do anything about it though. You won't have the chance to know what exactly happened. You don't have any evidence. See how I was in jail and I always seem to get out. Every time, I'm still here. I'm still standing right in front of you. Every single time, Skylar. I'm always going to end up right back where we started. You can't run and you can't hide."

My father was right. He is still going to be here. He is still going to be apart of my life whether I like it or not.