my babygirl → jack gilinsky

chapter fifty nine ♡

lillian ♡

today was a good day, i could feel it.

i was happy and i don't know, i sent in my application for that job in france a few weeks ago so i should be getting a response anytime soon.

i walked downstairs.

"you didn't tell me you applied for a job in france" jack said when i walked in the room.

he was holding an open envelope.

"because i didn't know if i would even get in." i said.

and took the paper from him.

and i got it. oh my god.

they want me there in a week.

"well" he said.

"you're not coming with me?" i asked him.

i could tell by his face, there was something preventing him.

and i already know what his next words are.

"our manager called.. last night" he said.

"how long?" i asked.

"i don't know" he said.

"i can't do this anymore, no matter what you keep leaving and i don't know if i can do it" i said.

"we can figure this out. don't you remember? we can talk about it before making any decisions" he said.

"i can't keep waiting for you, i love you, i do but i can't wait around like this, i'm sorry but i can't do it, jack." i said.

"don't leave me" he said quietly.

"you're the one leaving me" i said and walked upstairs.

i went to my own room and locked the door.

i went to my mirror and looked at myself.

i looked at the picture of my mom.

"what would you do, mom? i don't know what to do" i said to her picture.

i then looked down at the acceptance letter in my hand.

this is my dream and i'm gonna go.

there was a knock on the door.

i suddenly felt kind of sick to my stomach.

it felt weird too.

i walked to the bathroom and threw up, like a lot.

minutes later, the guest bedroom door opened that lead to the bathroom where i was and jack pulled my hair back and rubbed my back.

"are you okay?" he asked me.

i leaned away from the toilet and leaned against the caibinets on the floor.

"yeah, i'm fine" i said.

i got nervous.

"you don't seem fine. come on" he said and helped me up and helped me to my bed and i laid down.

he gave me a blanket.

"i'll go get you something." he said and walked out and came back with something.

"thanks" i mumbled.

"i love you" he whispered and kissed my head.

he walked out and i just laid there.

why am i laying here? i'm fine. i feel fine.

i don't want to lay here and be lazy.

i got up, maybe too fast.

i got a little dizzy.

i was feeling so many cramps and emotions right now.

i'm not sick. i'm not.

i walked downstairs.

"where you going?" jack asked.

"see my dad" i said and walked out and drove there.

i walked inside.

"where's marissa?" i asked.

"upstairs" he said.

"marissa" i called her down.

seconds later, she came down and pulled me in a hug.

"hey, lily" she smiled.

"i need to talk to you guys" i said.

"okay, what about?" my dad asked as he finished cleaning the dishes.

"i applied for this amazing job, my dream job and i got the job. only the best of best get it" i said to them both.

"that's amazing!" marissa smiled.

"yes, it is" my dad said.

"but if i accept.. i'm moving to france" i said.

"oh" my dad said.

"wow, that's really far" marissa then said.

"yeah, i know. but this is a great opportunity" i smiled

"of course you're going.. right?" marissa said.

"yeah, i really want to. i wanted to tell you guys" i said.

"is jack going too?" my dad asked.

"i don't think so" i said.

"why not?" marissa asked.

"he has his own stuff" i said.

"is he leaving again?" my dad asked.

"yeah" i said and stood up.

suddenly feeling dizzy again.

and nauseous

so i ran to the downstairs bathroom and threw up some more.