Mercy

Chapter 39

The whole ride home with Justin was silent.

"Wait." I said as I stopped him from walking any further than next to our front door.

"Ella, I don't want to talk right now." Justin said firmly as he walked over to our bedroom.

   He was so upset that his veins on his arms were more than easy to see.

"How are we supposed to solve anything if you don't communicate with me!" I said in frustration as I followed him to our bedroom.

"How the fuck am I supposed to talk to you when I just heard that YOU, MY girlfriend...messed around with another guy?" Justin shouted.

"I didn't do anything with him." I said in distress.

"—When we were broken up, I hung out with him a couple of times after he apologized for what he did to me in Mexico. That's all, I promise!" I explained.

Justin looked me in my eyes as he took a deep breath.

"—I need to cool off." Justin said as he took his car key out of his pocket and walked passed me, out our bedroom.

I then sat on our bed and faced down.

Ella's imagination:

"I'm sorry for yelling at you." Justin said as he walked into our bedroom and sat next to me.

"It's—" I said.

"But we need to break up—for good." Justin interrupted.

I lifted up my head and faced him.

"What? Why?" I asked in worrisome.

"This relationship is toxic Ella. —How are we supposed to move forward if you never want to let me in all the way?"

"You're like a brick wall until you want to be loved." Justin added.

"Okay, but we can work this out." I assured as tears filled my eyes.

"It's to late, it's time to let me go." Justin said as he stood up from our bed.

"Justin, no." I said as I grabbed his arm.

Justin transformed into my father.

"You killed him just like your mother killed me." My father said as he began to laugh.

I gasped as I quickly let go of my father's arm.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring.

"He's gone Ella." My father said.

"Go away!" I shouted.

"He's dead." My father laughed.

Reality:

I gasped as I looked around, but no one was in the room with me.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring so I quickly grabbed it off the bed and answered it.

"Hello? Ella?" Mrs. Smith cried.

"Mrs. Smith is everything okay?" I asked in worrisome.

"Justin got into a car accident and I'm on my way to the hospital right now." Mrs. Smith explained.

I felt my heart stop for a few seconds.

"I'm on my way." I assured as I quickly hung up the phone call and rushed down to my car.

Ella's imagination:

"He's gone sweetie, I'm sorry." My mother said as she appeared in the passenger seat.

"Your not real." I repeated over and over as I continuously shook my head.

"I'm real Ella. —You can't love anyone right, just like your father. —Look at it this way, I killed your father physically and you killed Justin mentally. Now he's dead." My mother smiled.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

"Just let him go Ella, he's already gone."

Reality:

My mother disappeared as I drove up to the hospital and parked in the parking lot.

I then got out of the car and rushed inside.

"I'm here to see Justin Smith." I panted while speaking to a nurse at a front desk as I began to shake.

"Down the hall miss." The nurse said.

I ran down the hall and saw Mrs. Smith crying as she shook her head.