The Guyfriend

Chapter 12 - The Guyfriend is Back

Elliot's POV

My phone chimed again as Lacey replied to my text.

You stupid nerd, you thought I loved you?!

I frowned at my phone. I knew this was going to happen. I face palmed myself.

Oh btw, your dumped c:

I threw my phone across the room. It landed with a satisfying 'thud' on the floor. I pulled my legs up so I could rest my chin on my knees. I glanced at the TV.

"A young man in his twenties has committed suicide in Harold Street, Manhattan. A stab wound was found in his stomach. Reports had shown that his mother had committed suicide at the age of 27 years old," the reporter read.

I gasped. That was Jamie's street. ADRIAN!

I flew of my bed and grabbed a jumper and my car keys. I sprinted down my hall and through the living room. I hate my house. It's too big! I cut through the bathroom and threw myself down the stairs. I turned the corner and ran to the garage door. Panting, I ripped open my car door and backed out the drive.

I pulled it into Drive and zoomed down the street. As I drove I wondered if she would forgive me. I doubted it. What are the chances of this happening to her? I turned the corner into Harold and left a line of rubber on the road as I tried to get to Jamie as fast as I could. I pulled into her drive way and ripped the keys out. I didn't bother to lock the car as I ran to her door. I thought twice and ran to the tree outside of her window. A faint but persistent light shone through the curtains. I climbed the tree. Once I got to the branch that extended to her window, I wobbled towards it. The closer I got, the quiet sobs grew louder and it shot a wave of pain through my body.

It hurt so bad I was almost sick. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to hear her laugh again but I had a feeling that was going to take a long time.

I slid open the window silently and froze as I found Jamie on her knees, tears running down her face, with a knife in her hand placing it on her wrist for another round. Her wrist was a mess of blood and I cried out in agony at her pain. Her head rose and her body followed. I jumped through the window and gently pulled her in for a hug. I felt her tears running down my neck as she wrapped her arms around me. I didn't care that her wrist pushed against my jumper, staining it with blood. All I cared about was being there for her. I slowly lead her to the bed and sat her down. I enveloped her in my arms. She started to settle down so I pulled away and jogged to the bathroom. I knew where everything was since this is like a second home to me. After grabbing a bandage and a bottle of Dettol, I ran back to her room and closed the door. I kneeled down in front of her and said, "Let me have a look at that arm." She listened and held out her bloody arm for me to see. She really did a good job on whatever she was trying to achieve because blood was still pumping out of some of the cuts.

She looked at me through her long hair, "You must hate me." Her voice was filled with sorrow.

I reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I could never hate you. I was just so jealous when I saw you with Blade."

She started to sob again. "My life is so messed up. Blade tried to rape me, Elliot. He's after me."

I stopped cleaning her wounds and raised my head to look at her with wide eyes. A single tear ran down her tear stained face following the trails of the previous ones.

....Jamie's POV....

I felt a tear run down my face as Elliot looked at me in utter shock. His face softened as the tear travelled further down my face. He stood up, pulling me up. I shakily got on my feet.

All in the period of two weeks my brother committed suicide, I almost got raped, found out my mum didn't die in a car crash but jumped of a bridge and saw my nemesis shoving her tongue down my crushes throat. I love my life. Please note sarcasm. I snapped back to reality and noticed that Elliot was gazing at me in adoration.

I decided I should talk, "Why did you come after what I did to you?"

He looked at me with sorrow. "It was on the news and I worked out that, hey, that is Jamie's street so I think I broke every piece of pottery rushing through my house to get to my car as fast as I could."

I smiled up at him. Still after everything he still wants me and I now know that I want him and only him. The whole of high school and I haven't noticed until now. What is wrong with me?

"I love you, Jamie, with all my heart and soul. I know that sounds cheesy, sue me, but I do and there is no lighter way I could put it."

I looked at him through new eyes. More tears pricked at the corner of my eyes at the passion and love he put into that little speech. I didn't know what to say so I just got on my tiptoes and connected our lips. He leaned down and returned the pressure. I ran my hands up the length of his arms. He moaned and I grinned inwardly. He brought his hand up to cup my cheek and deepened the kiss, much to my delight. He stopped kissing me but then returned by sucking on my lower lip. Without hesitation he brought his hands under my thighs and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his torso, making us impossibly closer. He walked over to my wall and pressed me against it. I couldn't care less about air, all I cared about was Elliot. I slowly inserted my tongue into his mouth so our tongues could dance. I kissed him with as much passion as I could. Our lips are moving perfectly in sync and it excites me even more as he finds the hem of my shirt. He pulls it over my head and I gasp as he kisses down my neck, filling the hole in my heart. He finds my lips again and kisses me with so much passion my mind goes hazy with desire.

He pulls away and whispers huskily in my ear, "I love you so much, Jamie, and I will never stop for as long as I live."

I moan as he nibbles on my ear. I feel my back being pulled away from the wall. Next thing I knew, I was on my bed with him hovering above me. His eyes took all of me in. I grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I flipped us over so I was hovering above him. I ran my hands up his rock hard stomach, relishing every moment. I brought my head down, sucking gently on his neck. He sighed with pleasure so I continued until I got to the top of his jeans. I was fumbling with the button when I heard my dad stirring in his bed. Elliot tensed up and sat up slowly but I didn't want stop. I pushed him down but the moment was gone. Sweat dripped down my neck. I rolled of him and laid next to him. We clasped our hands together and stayed that way until I drifted off to undisturbed sleep.