Broken Mirrors

Chapter Nine

A/N

Hey guys!! So I have decided to let you guys hear from the characters P.O.V than me telling the story. Aren't you guys tired of me telling it yet? Lol

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Vincent's POV

I swallowed hard, staring at her. Where was Jessica getting these surprises? Confusion and annoyance swirled within me. I was trying to wrap my head around what to tell Dinah. She was going to be furious.

"What?" Jessica averted her gaze as if the question had slipped from her lips without thought.

Did she really just say "What?" Wasn't this supposed to be a big revelation? What had I gotten myself into this time? Perfect. Just perfect!

"Didn't you think it was necessary to tell me?" I shouted, frustration bubbling over.

"I... I..." Her words stumbled as she struggled to respond.

I gripped her wrist, pulling her towards the car, eager to escape any lurking paparazzi. I jumped into the driver's seat and rested my head on the steering wheel, trying to think. All I could focus on was Dinah—I was going to lose her again because of this mess.

"Can you please tell me what's on your mind?" Jessica's voice was softer now, almost pleading.

Taking a deep breath, I raised my head but didn't meet her eyes. "How long did you know?"

"About a week now..." She bit her bottom lip, guilt evident on her face.

"And you didn't find the time to tell me last night?" I closed my eyes, trying to rein in my temper.

She looked away, her voice barely a whisper. "I thought you would tell me to get rid of it or something."

"No, I wouldn't. I might be a jerk, but I wouldn't tell you to get rid of it." I rubbed my temples, fighting the rising tide of frustration.

Jessica shot me a wary look.

"Dinah is not going to be happy at all," I muttered, mostly to myself.

"Ugh! Again with Dinah? I wanted this to work for us, really badly!"

Was she going to play that card again? Acting like this was all my fault? I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. I finally looked at her, taking in her beautiful face—the very face that had captivated me before she had run away.

"Oh my God! Stop acting like this is my fault, Jessica!" I glared at her, my voice firm. "You ran away. I didn't hear anything from you, so don't you dare put this on me!"

She turned to look out the window, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry..." she sobbed.

Every fibre of my being wanted to wrap her in my arms and soothe her, but I was just too angry. I took a moment to breathe, leaning back in my seat and continuing to rub my temples.

"When is your next appointment?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm.

"...next month," she replied quietly.

"I'll call you."

"So that's it? I see you until next month?"

"You'll see me when you see me. I'm not abandoning you if that's what you think."

With that, she flung open the car door and slammed it behind her. I groaned in frustration, the weight of it all pressing down on me.

Clair's POV