Anna (Go With Him)

Chapter 13 "Emptiness"

Anna's  P.O.V.

"Ouch!" I whimpered under the dark. I fell on a huge rock. My bad. That's what I get when I worry for people I don't need to worry about.

"What do you want, Anna? Can't you see I want to be alone?" John knelt on the mud with his back facing my face.

Silly me wanted to run after him. Again, why did I do that?

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay"

"I'm not" He sounded very mad...that type of mad that tells me to go away for my own good.

"John. This is not to make you feel better but...you know how she is; that's not your fault. I thought you needed to know it doesn't make sense that you let her wreck you in the future.

"How could you know? Have you ever been in love?" Finally, his eyes met mine, and it wasn't with good intention.

"I am"

"Then you know it's not easy to overcome" He said avoiding my eyes again.

"It depends on the situation"

"It's the same shit" He said with his raspy voice.

"I've lost someone I loved. You just lost another whore"

He got into my nerves; maybe not the most appropriate thing to say knowing he was feeling awful.

"Well, I loved that whore!"

"Oh really? I heard you've cheated on her too. Do you do that to someone you love?"

He took a while to reply. He lit a cigarette as he sighed.

"I made sure she never find out" That argument was so out of... ugh.

"You don't love her, John. You just want a woman to fill whether your needs, or emptiness"

"Do you know about emptiness?"

"I've been growing up without my mother..."

"Mine... I have mine somewhere"

"Your mother?"

"I just want to get out of here as soon as possible" He sighed avoiding the subject.

That's another thing that intrigues me about John. You never know what's going on his twisted mind.

"I do, too"

"You should go back with the other girls; it's getting cold"

He just doesn't want Anna around.

I did as he told me; I went back with Abby, and tried not thinking about what we talked. He was going to be okay. Take me as an example. I haven't died of love yet, right?

The next morning, I woke up with sore arms and legs. The tent wasn't very comfortable, but the atmosphere around wasn't either. Everyone was packing back their stuff. Needless to say we didn't have a reason to stay there any longer. Christina and John wouldn't even look at each other. Christina felt she was the victim; she hated the way John reacted to her obviously notorious affair, and then there's this guy John's "friend" who banged his girl. Now I'm glad we girls and boys go in the Jeeps in separate.

"It's so hard to pretend nothing's going on here" Abby whispered in my ear as we hopped onto the Jeep.

Christina was driving. I felt she could crash us at any moment.

"I suppose none of you was such an arsehole to tell John" I thought I saw her holding the steering wheel tighter as she looked at me through the mirror.