Chapter 39

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(Currently, this fan fiction, is the only thing keeping me sane. Between, the SAT, school, and boy troubles, life if a big stress at the moment. Writing helps me get a clear mind, because for a few hours, I can put myself in another person's shoes, even if they aren't real. I love you guys, and if you are going through anything, remember to stay strong.)

*Update schedule: Every other day or two days. Depending on my work load for the week.

~Drew's POV~

Track 4: Amnesia.

I wish that I could wake up with Amnesia,

and forget about the stupid little things,

like the way it felt to fall asleep next too,

and the memories I never can escape,

cause I'm not fine at all.”

I try and wrap my head around it, the events spiraling in my brain. I shut it out, I have to, it's the only way I can keep my sanity. I rummage through my closet, searching for the suitcase, getting ready to do what I do best, run.

It's my only option at the moment, although, it being five in the morning, and I am utterly exhausted from shock, and sobs. Jack is the only thing, the one thing actually, that I had and that would always be there.

The person I would always love unconditionally, don't get me wrong, that will never change, as much as I hate to admit it, but right now, he's done something I truly thought he never would. It wasn't just a kiss, it was something much more intimate.

I cringe in disgust, hoping the image doesn't come into my head, the blanket draped over their bodies, rocking to a forbidden rhythm. Shit, I can't do this to myself. I shake my head, sending a text to Nash, telling him of my absence for the next few days.

I am not sure, how long exactly I will be leaving, but it's going to at least be until I can look Jack in the face, with out tears pricking my eye's. I have until next weekend, when I have to film my music video. It's not twenty minutes, I am sat on the floor, zipping my suitcase up. I hear a knock at the door, glancing to reasure the time, almost six now. Who could be here?

I walk to the door, praying it isn't Jack, although I am sure, he is passed out plastered drunk at the moment. It's Cam, I take a sigh of relief. “Hey, Nash told me you where going away for a few days. I just wanted to make sure, you're okay.”

“I'm not okay,” I whisper, truthfully.

He gives me a sympathetic look, “I don't know what to say,” he noted honestly, “do you know where you are going yet?”

I nodded, “Rome.”

“As in Rome, Italy?”

“Yeah, I need to put a thousands of miles between Jack and I right now. I asked my pilot, he said I'm all good to go.”

“Are you going alone?”

“Sort of, Jessy, my manager will be there after a few days. He figured I can do a few things to connect with my Italian fans while I am there. Nik, and Hugo can't come they're needed for security detail for Justin Bieber.” I explain.

He nods, contemplating something in his mind, I've seen the look before. “Take me with you,” he spoke, I was taken a back by his words. “Nash doesn't want you to be alone, hell nobody does. So, take me with you. I have my passport, I can be packed in an hour.”

Shock, wrote every part of my expression, but maybe he had a point. “Okay,” I said, to my surprise. I didn't know why I made the decision, it would be nice to get to tour around Italy with a friend, “I'll give you the address to the airfield, meet me there by seven thirty.”

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