Please Don't Forget Me (No.3) (WHY DON'T WE FANFIC)

Chapter 27

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 27

(Jacks POV)
After I stormed out of the hospital, I needed some time to cool off. I just wanted to go back to the hotel and scream into my pillow, the only problem was, I'd forgotten which hotel we were staying at. I found my way back to where Zach got hit by the car and scratched my head as I stood still and spun around in circles, looking for a tall building. I was engulfed in a crowd of people, walking in all different directions, bumping into me. I knew the building was tall, really tall, the biggest in Melbourne, I just couldn't see it. I continued walking in a random direction, hoping to remember some sort of symbol or object that we passed on the way here. A few minutes later, I spotted a river that I definitely remember we crossed, and that was when I saw the building, poking out above the rest. As I walked across the bridge, I saw a poster of our '8 Letters' tour pinned against a tree. That was when I realised, 'oh I'm a celebrity, I should probably cover my face before I get mobbed.'
I pulled down the cap that I was wearing so it covered my eyes and half my face, then quickened my pace.
I swear I nearly got run over 5 times before I finally made it back to the hotel. I walked through the glass doors that automatically opened and jogged into the elevator that was about to close. I didn't look up to see how many people were inside, I just walked in, turned around and pressed the number 87 button on the panel. The doors closed and I rose higher and higher. It stopped and opened on floor 10. A pair of feet shuffled past me. I'm guess it was an old dude, he smelt old if you know what I mean. Once again the doors slid closed, taking me higher and higher. Suddenly I felt the ground shake and I nearly fell over. The lights started flickering and the carriage came to a stop. 'Seriously, it just had to stop right when I needed to scream and kick something.' I thought. "Come on." I angrily muttered, pounding my fist against the cold metal, then pressing the emergency button on the panel.
I lifted my hat off my head, letting my curls fall down my face. I ran my hands through them before I heard a voice that sent shivers down my spine. "Jack?" The voice asked.
My fists clenched, my nails digging into the skin on my palms. I didn't respond. I wouldn't dare to look at her, not while she is pregnant with pretty boys' kid.
"Jack." She said bluntly.
My breathing got heavier, my nostrils flaring in and out. My eyes became glossy as I stared at the metal doors, my back teeth grinding against each other. I was so angry. I can't believe she cheated on me with Noah, and is now pregnant. Fucking pregnant. She was supposed to be pregnant with my child, start a family with me, marry me, but no. I guess I'm just not good enough.
"Jack look at me." She said, lightly grabbing my wrist from behind. I harshly yanked my hand from her grip and turned around, looking her in the eyes. Her face said it all. She looked...scared, like I was some sort of monster. I felt terrible, but on the outside I kept my angry look. I watched as she returned the hand that grabbed my wrist to her stomach, rubbing the hurt in even more. The awkward tension was nothing like I've ever felt before. Whenever I used to be around her, I felt butterflies in my stomach because I was so happy, and I always had a smile on my face, now I can hardly look at her.
"So—" she began, cutting the tension. "Uh haven't seen you in a while."
"I wonder why." I huffed.
"Look I'm sorry Jack, I really am, trust me, I didn't want this to happen—"
"Well you should have thought of that before you fucked that Noah guy!" I yelled. "I can't believe you would do that to me Sammy. I didn't think you were that type of girl, but apparently you are. I thought we had something, something real. We've been though so much together and you just throw me under the bus like that?" I yelled, pacing back and fourth in the elevator, shouting at her. I hardly noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Was it Aspen?" I asked. "Because you know we didn't do anything, I would never ever do that to you, and you know that. God I can't believe this. I can't believe that I'm here right now with you. Out of every country, every state, every city, every street, every building, I just had to be here in this stupid elevator. I'd honestly rather be dead."
"You don't mean that." She sobbed, her voice breaking.
And I didn't. I didn't mean any of it. I was just angry and hurt. I still love her and that's never going to change. I just can't deal with the fact that she's pregnant with another guys baby. Every time I try to forget about it, I look at her and see her stomach, making me even madder.
I sighed before looking into her flooded eyes.
She looked down, breaking the contact and another two tears rolled down her cheeks.
She sniffled before opening her mouth, and started playing with her fingers.
"T—t—there's s—something I need tttt-to tell you." She stuttered, her hands shaking.
Whatever this was, she was extremely nervous to tell me.
I watched, wide eyed as she took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. Her lip was trembling like crazy. The suspense was killing me, I felt like screaming 'TELL ME' but I had to stay calm before I punched a hole in the elevator.
"The babies—" she whispered.
"The babies aren't Noah's."
My jaw dropped.
"You cheated on me with another guy?" I asked, my face going red with anger.
"No you idiot!" She yelled.
"They're yours....."