Jump | H.S.

Chapter 22

Harry's P.O.V.

It's beginning to rain again, making everything in my vision blurry from the raindrops rolling down my windshield. I can't believe they gave up that easily — wait actually, I can. Dad gave up on Darcy, why wouldn't he give up on Jumper?

I don't know where to go, I don't know where she is. I almost know she's with him not by choice, but force. He found her, that's the only thing my mind seems to dwell on; making me want to punch myself for being such an idiot to let her go.

She wanted to go though. She wanted to leave and risk being found by that prick, just to get away from me. Away from me because I don't think I could ever love another more then Darcy. I can't even try or it won't be genuine.

I feel my throat tighten up, making me not able to swallow my saliva, even making it harder to even breath. I can't let him find her, I can't.

I want to tell her I'll try, that I'll try to love her and be there for her but that it will take time. It will take a lot of time. Darcy was my soul mate, there is not another that could ever compare to her. I need her to just understand, I just need her to see it through my eyes.

The rain beats harder in sheets, exploding my ear drums with the sound of it pounding my car. I feel as if I can hear my heart beating above the pounding rain, my adrenaline pumping as my thoughts run wild. Just as I see a lightning bolt strike across the sky, I remember something.

My phone.

I grind my teeth at how idiotic I am for not even thinking once about calling her. The windshield wipers clear the view for mere seconds as they slide back and forth, me trying to avoid potholes and trying to find Jumper's name in my contact list.

I don't know where I'm going, or where I'm at. I'm driving almost blindly, but I don't care, I will find her and I will never let her go again. I will be there for her, I will learn to love her in different ways, ways that I understand the meaning of love. It will be different, but I will try to give her everything that I can bear inside of me, after all it's been so long since someone has wanted to love me for me and not for the person they wanted me to be.

I want to scream and shout and cry, but I need to be stronger then that. I need my strength as I hear her phone number being dialed through my ears. I need to be strong as I know deep down she won't answer the call. I need to be strong as I know that somehow, somewhere, she is with him.

Jumper's P.O.V.

I listen to the water run in droplets from a leak in the roof, to the cement floor below me. My body shivers as I cuddle together, trying to keep myself warm, even though it's impossible. I know what he will do if I don't tell him what he wants. But how can I?

I don't know where Harry is, but if he truly is the Harry I've learned to love, I know he's looking for me, looking for me in an oblivion, not even knowing where's he's going. The thought of him lost but not even caring because his mind is on one thing, makes me smile. A big goofy smile that I can't conceal. But it soon fades as I remember why I left in the first place.

The feeling of loving someone, but them stuck to another person, another person that when they tell you about them you know the person is the exact opposite of you, makes you feel like you're almost nothing. That you have no reason to be in this world. Although I realized a long time ago that I have no reason anymore.

I hug my knees to my chest as I feel my throat tighten up, my eyes swelling lightly. I blink rapidly as I try to focus on the good, he is out there, and he will find me.

It doens't work though. I hopelessly cry into my hands as I know that he will not find me, and I honestly don't want him to either. I don't want him to see me, I don't want to see him. I want to find a way out myself without having to be reminded that I'm not Darcy, a girl that he can't let go of.

My tears are now sobs that I try to keep hidden, but it being useless. I don't want to cry, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be someone's seconds, I don't want to ever look at Mike again, I don't want to see Harry, I don't want to be touched...I don't want to live.

I don't want to be in this world full of hate and sin and no regards for women or human nature any longer. I want to be on the other side, a side where everyone is equal and accepted and loved for who they are and aren't forced into things by violence or threats, or aren't even forced into things at all. I want that, but the problem is, that's not real.

I lean my head back against the damp cement walls, as I wipe the hair resting on my forehead away, thinking of the spaghetti Harry and I fought about. Just as I'm about to let out another sob, I feel a vibration against my leg. I would've jumped from it scaring me if I hadn't been continuously flicked from water above my head, almost warning me of this moment.

I pull out my phone, feeling ridiculous that I haven't thought about using it, or even thought about it at all, and answer it without even checking to see who it is. "Hello?" I whisper, my whole being hoping it's Harry just so I know my conscious was right about him looking for me.

"Jumper? Jumper? Oh my — where are you?!" His voice shouts across the line, panic and emotion laces through every syllable. He is looking for me.

"H-he took me," I choke out, trying not to be so loud, but failing as my groggy voice echos over the phone.

"Where? Where are you? Has he touched you? Jumper I swear to God I'll kill the bastard, tell me where you are." His words are so rushed, voice so demanding, I want to just cry that he cares so much.

"I'm at an old g-garage about twenty miles outside of the city. It used to be Reese's I think but they changed it into a meeting place, a-almost a house for the 'Road Hogs' to meet up." I sniffle across the line, happy to hear his voice, sad because I know it's been past five minutes and Mike's going to come back any second now.

"I'm on my way, look out for me," I know he's smiling through the phone, causing me to smile only slightly. "Jumper, I want to tell you that-"

"He's coming, I have to go," I hang up as fast as I can, before shoving the phone back into my pocket as sobs take over again. I cry because I know he was going to apologize to me, but I couldn't bare to hear it, and I cry because that was the first time I ever lied to him. Leaving me with just the sound of the dripping water, my tears and the anticipation of when Mike would actually come back and when Harry would get here.