When I'm With You (GxG)

Very bad news

Phoebe's P.O.V

*four years later*

I sighed as I just finished an essay for my Professor. University was killing me. Lucky for me, it was my last year and then I'll get my teaching degree.

I combed my hair with my hand as I stood walking towards the door. I guess I'll just give that a break. I walked down the hall and down the stair case to meet my mother and my fiancé Stella talking.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" I asked fixing my white tanktop. My mothers eyes met mine and her creases in her face soften.

"Is it bad for a mom to visit her only child?" She teased. I smiled. It has been a while hasn't it.

"Well, aren't you supposed to be working on your essay?" Stella asked butting into the conversation.

"I'm taking a break. Besides my mom just came in. I want to spend time with her." I stated hugging my mom.

"Could I take you out for lunch?" She asked as she closed her arms around me.

"By 'you', you mean the both of us right?" Stella asked clearly annoyed.

"Could I just take my daughter out for lunch for once?" My mother snapped. Yup. She doesn't like Stella. I groaned.

"Why can't you too just get along. We're family now. " As of last month, when she proposed. It was the cutest thing ever. I shook off the thoughts.

"We have something we need to discuss Phoebe. I was thinking we could do it during lunch." She said pleading with her eyes. It was something important.

But, of course Stella stepped in. "Don't you think I should be there? I mean, you heard Phoebe, were family now. "

They bickered endlessly. So I came up with an idea.

"How about I go out for lunch with my mom, and then all three of us go out for dinner." I proposed. Stella looked at me in disbelief because I didn't back her up. 

The thing with Stella is that she gets mad easily. Especially when I don't agree with her. But I love her, and I guess that's all that matters. Right?

"That's a wonderful idea, now go get ready." My mother said as she waved her hands, gesturing for me to go.

"Ok." I said as I basically ran up my stairs to my room and changed out of my tanktop and sweats into a black v-neck shirt with black ripped jeans. I brushed my hair and pulled it into a messy but neat ponytail. I slipped into my converse and ran downstairs with my phone and wallet in my hand.

"I can't believe you didn't stick up for me. We're going to be married soon and you still let your mom control our relationship." Stella growled. I looked at her in disbelief. 

"I didn't take any side, babe. I created an idea based on what you both wanted. Sheesh." I said crossing my arms. I can't believe she's the one saying that my mom's controlling this relationship.

"Whatever." She huffed, obviously not pleased that I didn't give her the answer she wanted.

"I love you." I said calmly before exited the front door. My mom sat in her new car I had bought her a couple months ago for her birthday. She got out of her car and embraced me into her warm and welcoming arms. God, did I miss them. I missed her. I nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck like I used to do when I was younger.

"Did I ever miss my baby! Look at you! You've grown so much!" She exclaimed pulling out of the hug and grabbed my face and examined me. I laughed at the motherness.

"I missed you too mom." I kissed her cheek. "Now off to lunch? I'm starving." I said. And as if on que, my stomach growled.

"You haven't  changed one bit. I'm surprised.  Considering the psychopath of a girlfriend you have." I rolled my eyes. 

"You know you're going to have to grow to like her. Were getting married soon." I whispered. She just nodded sadly.

"Let's get going shall we?" She said while I just smiled softly. We both climbed jnto her car and she drove out of our drive way.

"Sooooo... um I have to tell you something..." She started. I looked at her urging her to continue. "So, you know your high school teacher?"

"Miss. Peters?" I asked. The reason I got I to a car accident. For reasons unknown to me.

"She uhh. I don't know how to tell, you this. Um. Just read this letter." She shoved the letter into my hand. I looked at her confussed. But I obeyed.

Dear Phoebe.

I don't know how to start this, or if you are even going to get this. Or even understand it. But ummm. I was told to write from the heart.. so uhhh. Let me just restart.

I miss you so goddamn much Phoebe. And I know you're getting married soon. Your mother informed me. But uhhh. I love you. Remember when you first introduced into my classroom? That was the first time I had ever laid eyes on someone and instantly feel in love. Even if you were my student. I knew that I had to make you mine. God. I'm crying. Why am I crying. Umm. Remember when you first came to my house? We watched movies and we cuddled and then we kissed. God. Those lips of yours worked magic. I waited so long for them. That was the first time in my life that I knew I had finally found my purpose of living on earth. It was to love you. To be your one true love. We became girlfriends and we were never separated. Then the double date happened. Bianca. Who is dead now. But she came back and had my brother wrapped arou d her finger so she could get at me. Once I had finally found happiness in this world. And she kissed me knowing you were there. She knew it would break you. She knew how soft and delicate you were. Some how. And you took off. Got into a crash. And got amnesia.  You forgot about me. And only me. That hurt like a bitch Phoebe. It really did. And then Stella. Don't get my fuck g started on you financè, she threatened me. Slapped me. And she has you wrapped around her finger like Bianca had my brother. She stole you from me. She took the meaning of my life away and it broke me. And now knowing that your getting married was the last straw for me. This is my suicide note. Addressed to the love of my life. I love you Phoebe Marie Anderson. I always have and I always will. Good bye and may we meet again one day.

             -Eliza Peters.

I read the letter as tears escaped my eyes. This can't be real. I dated no one before Stella. I-I was drunk when I was driving. I-i. My heart broke as flashbacks of Eliza and I replayed in my head. Every 'I love you' to every kiss we shared. To even the small arguments. I cried and screamed silently.  I held the letter to my chest.

"It's okay Phoebe.  You didn't know." My mother rubbed my back while she drived. I pushed her hand away.

"I killed her! I remember!  I killed her, mom. I killed the love of my life. I killed her. I killed her!" I yelled as I pulled my hair as tear after tear feel from my eyes and rolled down my cheek. I remembered the first time I saw her as well. Why couldn't I remember then? She wouldn't have killed herself. She wouldn't have died. I wouldn't have killed her. I should've stayed with my mom. I shouldn't have moved. I cried harder.

I want to die.

Those were my last thoughts before I had blacked out.

Hey, long time no update. I'm sorry. The last time I updated was about 8 months ago. Super sorry and I can not just say that I'm sorry for the lack of updates but how I ended this chapter. But. Lucky for you I published the final two last chapters of this book at the same time. It's not as bad as you think. Love you guys.  =)