Lonely Together II (Sequel)

Lonely Together II

"Jessica, how does it feel to kill your boyfriend all over again?" Reporters blocked my way of walking and scurried just to catch up to me. I, of course, ignored them and kept walking to my destination.

My purse dangled from my forearm as I walked into the courthouse, taking a left turn. I saw a man named Brian, who was exactly who I was looking for.

"Jessica," he frowned slightly. "Come in."

I took off my sunglasses and sat, looking as sophisticated as I could. It was hard for me to be myself. Hell, I didn't even feel human. The only times I didn't cry anymore was when I needed to be professional. Now was one of those times.

"What can I help you with?"

"You know," I said firmly. "You work with her."

"Shar-" he stopped. "Jillian."

"I don't call her that." I ran a hand through my hair. "Her name's Sharon."

"What about her?"

"You and her have worked together for years. I need to know where she is."

"It's not that simple Jessica."

I sighed. No, it really wasn't. But I needed all the help I could get. "I really, really need your help." I felt my chin quiver but I instantly tried to stop myself. Nonetheless, I failed. "I just need my mom." I whispered, my eyes welling up with tears.

"You have a lot on your plate, I know that. I mean, your mothers been kidnapped, your boyfriend passed awa-"

"He's not dead yet." I said sharply. "Don't even say that."

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "It's just what I see in the papers."

Papers. Papers, papers, papers. I was sick of being followed by these needy reporters. Especially when it's my life, and they constantly continue to give out false information.

"Listen, I'm really sorry if I offended-"

"No, you're right," I looked up at him. I shrugged; sniffling. "Justin's hanging on by a thread."

He had an extremely sad look in his eye. "That's very unfortunate. I'm sorry to hear that Jessica."

"Back to my mom," I sat up, pushing my hair back. "The person who I killed that night was the one who took her, and now Jake's dead. She has to be somewhere, I just need to know who-"

"What if she's dead?"

The words hit me like a ton of bricks, my body freezing from fear on the spot. "That couldn't have happened."

"I'm not trying to scare you," he recovered quickly. "But think about it. The person who kidnapped her is dead. Where else could she be?"

I sat there like the idiot that I am, my mind spinning in a million directions. "Could you just- let me know."

He nodded. "Absolutely."

I sat there for a minute, staring off into space. I then got up and thanked him, making my way back out.

I was about to open the big doors and exit, but something, or someone, caught my eye.

"I finally got him back," I heard someone sob. "And now, he's gone."

I turned my body to see Mrs. Banks. She saw me, but she didn't look mad. She looked upset, and exhausted. It made me feel one hundred times worse.

"Hi Jessica," she smiled through her tears. "It's nice to see you."

I nodded once, my lips forming a frown. "You too." I whispered.

Not being able to take any of this anymore, I pushed the doors open, my eyes immediately blinded with flashing lights.

I was known as the girl who killed her ex boyfriend twice, got her boyfriend shot, and got her mother kidnapped. I've lost a lot of things, a lot of people. Somehow, a lot of them I get back. But my reputation, that's one thing that's going to be lost forever.

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"Bieber," I whispered across the desk, the lady giving me a sad look because of my tone of voice.

"Honey, I don't know if nows the best time-"

"She can come," a nurse said, gesturing for me to follow her.

I pushed off the counter and walked quickly over to her, my chin already quivering.

"You um, you actually came at the perfect time."

"Whys that?"

"Come on," she turned a corner. She brought me to a room, and before she opened the door she looked at me. "It's so bad." She said quietly. "We were-" she sighed. "We were just about to pull the plug."

My body stopped functioning. My brain stopped working. My heart stopped beating. I, started crying.

"I think it would be a good idea to say your final words."

I shook my head and covered my mouth, weeping uncontrollably. She opened the door, where I instantly saw a torn apart Justin, his body hooked up to numerous tubes. He was elevated only slightly, a huge gauze-like cast wrapped around his torso where the bullet wound was.

The crazy thing was, was that here I was. Alone in this room with Justin. No noises heard except my heavy breathing and the beeping of machines. And instead of feeling comforted and at ease like I always was when he was around, I was scared. I was terrified. I thought being around him would make me feel a slight bit better than I've been, but this was way worse. So much worse.

All I could do was look at him, and look back on every single thing we've ever said, ever done, ever remembered.

I slowly sat down on a chair that was next to his bed, my eyes moving spastically from one thing to another, trying to take everything in.

In that moment, I knew that was it. I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to screw it up. I would regret saying the wrong thing to him for the rest of my life.

I barely touched his hand, my stomach getting that butterfly feeling. Even when he was nearly dead, he still knocked me off my feet.

I grabbed his hand and hung my head, crying like I've never cried before. Crying like I never thought I could. Crying because this, officially, would be the last moment in history I would ever have with Justin Drew Bieber.

I couldn't even say goodbye. I wasn't good at goodbyes. Especially, not with Justin.

I stood and walked to the door, placing my hand on the handle. I looked over my shoulder at his weak body, the tears running down to my cheeks and down my neck.

I said I couldn't do it, and I said I wasn't going to do it, but after all I did to him, Justin deserved it. "Goodbye," I croaked out, squeezing my eyes shut.

I closed the door, and that's when it knocked the wind out of me.

You're never seeing him again.

Without Justin, there was no point in me living. I was nothing. I was worthless.

At least Justin is in a place where no one can hurt him. At least he's in a place where I won't hurt him. Maybe it's for the best.

Justin was the first, and the last to teach me what love is. I could never love again.

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IM BACK BITCHEZZ

this book is full of twists and turns. wowza. feels good to be back even though it hasn't even been like 2 weeks looool

im being honest when i say i literally sobbed writing this. omg...

next update: thursday, the 23rd.