50 Shades Without You

Chapter 27

Ella's P.O.V

I stayed with David for a few days before he moved me into a new apartment. By that I mean I stayed locked in one of his rooms until he slid a key and address under my door. He showed up after an hour or so as I sulked in the living room of my new apartment. "Ella, I know you don't want to see me.." He said, letting himself in anyway. "But?" I huff angrily. "But if you're really this sad.." I am,  I think to myself, " we can work out a plan." David says.

So yeah, the idea sprouted there, I guess. But I'll fill you in on the days before that. 

David brought me to his house. It was nice but my mind wasn't thinking about that. He tried to show me around but I walked right into the first room I saw, locked the door, and cried until I fell asleep. The next three days I left messages and messages to everyone. That I didn't do it, I was framed, I only loved Jack. They didn't believe me. No one did. Nate wanted to. I know he did. Every once in awhile bubbles would pop up as if he were texting me. He knew I wouldn't but there was just too much stacked against me. 

David would drop food off by my door but I barely ate. David even filled my apartment fridge. So on the fourth day he slid the key in. When I finally got myself up and picked up the slip of paper I saw there was two keys. One to a car, one to an apartment. I didn't have the strength to deny anything from that shit show of a man. So I drove there, wearing the same clothes I wore that night. Furniture was already placed in there like a life sized barbie house. I sat down on the couch and didn't move until David came barging in. That's were we resume.

Everything leading up to this, all the shitty stuff, had been nothing but teasers. Mini levels, if you will. This was the worst pain I've ever felt. Maybe because I had no one. David, I guess. But I didn't want him. I felt so empty. Like- like my life wasn't worth living. I hadn't even bothered to check social media, but when I did..

I was bombarded with screenshots of Jack's snap chats, tweets, and everyone's opinion on it. He painted me the bad guy and everyone thought it was true. Not a single tweet was saying 'aye let's listen to her side'. I'd do the same if it were true. None of it was though. I begged David to tell Jack this was his sick, twisted, way of winning me over. That it didn't work and I only loved Jack. David said it was too late for that. "Then everyone will have to know about the gangs. Do you think Jack will have a place in Hollywood after that?" David pushed. 

This happened for a few days, where I begged and he refuused before David pitched his grand idea. At first I wasn't sure. But when I read all the things Jack's been tweeting about me, and the divorce papers came, I knew I wouldn't be happy if I didn't agree to it. David was so in love with me he'd have supported any idea if it would make me less depressed. Disgusting. I didn't know why either. But I guess I should've seen this all coming. I let the idea sit. I swear this wasn't a spur of the moment decision. This had to be carefully planned. And it would be. The more I thought about it, the better it seemed.

I finally officially agreed when I took the pregnancy test. Yeah, that's right folks. Turns out I'm pregnant. At the worst time, I was pregnant. And Jack could never know. He'd take the child from me. He hated me. I left him one last message. "I'm sorry. You don't believe me but I never did any of that, David did and framed me. None of you will ever understand but if you are actually listening let everyone else know I love them, I love you, so so m- tell - there's too much to say" I said before I broke down in tears and hung up. David gently patted my back and handed me a pen and paper for the note I'd leave. I hugged my stomach, feeling numb and wrote;

I'm shaking so much, this may be hard to read. But as of you reading this, I'm dead. I want the world, and most importantly Jack, to know I never did anything I was accused of. I love you all so much even though in these last days none of you cared. Please tell Alex and Natalia about me when they are older. How much I loved them, how I wished my kids would have been just like them. Thank you guys so much. I just can't take this anymore, the emptiness and depression. I can't live without my friends, or Jack. So I'm choosing not to live at all. 

- Ella Gilinsky