Will's POV:
I stared at her. She started to hyperventilate. Which was really not good.
Jumping down from the bed, I crouched in front of her and put her knees up. "Head down."
She put her head between her knees and gradually, her breathing started to slow down. I rubbed small circles into her back. "I used to do this for Bex, you know, when she was a baby. She used to get worked up over the smallest things. I think it was because she didn't have a mother to tell her everything was all right. Sure, she had us, but it still...wasn't the same."
She looked at me and took a deep, shaky breath. "My mom left me and my dad when I was five. I don't really remember that day, just my father shouting and her, with a mass of auburn hair, slamminig the door behind her without so much as a second glance back at me." She closed her eyes, leanninig back. "I remember staring at the door, while my father went to his room and slammed the door. I stared at that door for hours, but she never came back. And while I was sitting there sucking my thumb, I realized that she didn't love me. She never loved me." She exhaled softly. "I thought it was my fault. All that time. It wasn't until I had turned sixteen, when I found myself that I realized that it wasn't."
I picked her up and put her in my lap. She fit perfectly, burying her head into the crook of my throat. I felt hot tears landing on my bare chest and just held her while she silently sobbed, feeling like I was actually doing something right for once in my life.
"I love you, Jamie Robinson," I said quietly, so she couldn't hear.
I was screwed.
And the sh*t was definetly about to hit the fan.
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short, but it gives you a preview of what is to come! i'll probably be uploading this againn today,to explain everything...in deborah's POV
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Selling My Soul for His Aston Martin.
Teen FictionJamie Robinson, singer, dancer, car freak extraordinare. Will Taylor, superstar, super rich, dying. He hops into her car and suddenly, they're on the road to hell.
