Adopted by Our2ndLife

Chapter 42

Sorry not edited! Wanted to get this up as quick as possible!

You would think that Jc would come back, but he never did. It's been a month since he left. He had his wallet and car- that's all he needed to make a sweet get away.

I've cried every night since he left, lying away staring at the ceiling wondering- did I make him leave?

It's 3:23 am and my tears run out, the couch in the living room isn't the greatest for comfort so I've decided to lay on the floor.

"Can't sleep?" Connor appears next to me, he sits cross legged next to me.

I shake my head, he lies down next me. "He'll come back-"

"No he won't! It's been a month Connor, a fucking month! Don't you think he'd come back by now if he ever intended to come back at all? Open up your eyes! He's not coming back!" my eyes stung from the hot tears pouring out and my heart stung from my own words.

Connor stays quiet as I wipe away my boiling tears, "He'll come back, maybe not for us but for you." Connor whispers.

I pull my knees to my chest and silently whimper, all the kissing and cuddling- for nothing.

Was he hiding something? Maybe. As of right now I couldn't care if he killed someone, I just wanted him right here with me.

But he's not coming back, for his best friends or for me. What he did must have been awful, but I'm determined to find out.

"Have you texted or called him?" Connor asks me.

"Yes, everyday. It goes straight to voicemail every time, but it helps a little that he may be listening."

"You're making him sound like he's dead." Connor chuckles but I stay quiet.

I highly doubt he's dead, if he was dead I would hear it ringing- not all together off. Right?

I take a deep breath and snuggle back under the covers, turning my back to Connor a single tears travels down my cheek to the floor.

The floor Jc once stood on.

"Connor?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know why he left?"

"No. I don't."

"Have any ideas?"

"Nada."

I sniffle and close my eyes, images of his beautiful smile appear.

His soft plump lips on mine, our hands intertwined.

My eyes shoot open, our memories are my nightmares now.

The bags under my eyes are pretty massive now, I've been getting zero sleep.

Sometimes I'd crash and have dreams of past occurrences, last night I crashed at 5 and dreamed of the day I pushed him in the pool- only this time he disappeared at the bottom of the pool.

No one pulled me in, I just sat on the edge of the pool looking at the sunset- all alone.

Sure these 'nightmares' aren't your typical ones with zombies and monsters, but these ones have me waking up in tears.

But as I lie awake, scared of falling back into the loneliness of my mind- I have to wonder, is he thinking of me too?