Too Much To Handle Alone

Twenty Nine

"You Don't Know This But You Saved Me; From Myself And From The Idea That I Wasn't Worthy Of A Love Like Yours."
~ Leo Christopher
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Kennedy's Pov
Finally the end of school just rolled around and I wish I could escape faster. Maybe if I run fast enough I can get to Bertha and leave before Alyx finds me. All day she has been joined to my hip and she keeps trying to get me and Peter back together.

I get outside and I quite literally book it to my truck. I see it from across the parking lot as I'm running and I'm happy to notice that Alyx isn't there waiting for me. I quickly get into Bertha and start her up. I look up and see Alyx walking over but she doesn't notice I'm already inside.

Would it be rude of me to leave her? Would that make me a bad person?

Nope. Nevermind. You know what's rude and makes you a bad person? Betraying your best friend and sleeping with her boyfriend then starting a rumor that she's a sex addict. That makes someone a bad person.

I buckle my seat belt and drive away.

When I pull up into my driveway I notice Jason's car is parked along the street and he's sitting on my doorstep. My eyebrows creased in confusion as I take the key out of the ignition and get out.

Why is he sitting outside? Diane is home, he could've just knocked.

"Hey Romeo. What are you doing here?" I asked. He stood up and immediately pulled me into his embrace. He holds me as if it's his last time which really, really worries me. It doesn't help that he's so tense. I wrap my arms around him and rub his back soothingly.

"Jason what's wrong?" I asked. He sighed and let go of me. I looked up at him. His hair is messier than usual and his eyes are a little red. His stress vein is popping on the side of his forehead. I reach up and lightly caress his cheek with my thumb.

"Jason..." I repeated. He flashed an obviously forced smile.

"Nothing Kitten. I just missed you." He said. He lowered his head to kiss me but I put my hand in the way to stop him.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." I said and grabbed his hand in mine. I frowned.

"Seriously Jason. You're shaking. Let's go inside." I said and unlocked the door. We walked inside and I sat him down in the living room. I threw my backpack on the floor.

"I'll be right back." I said and walked to the kitchen. I quickly pour him a glass of water and walk back. After handing him the water I sit down next to him and rub his back.

"How long were you sitting outside?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know. A couple hours." He muttered. My eyes widened.

"A couple hours?! Jason it's almost winter! You could get sick or something? Why were you waiting for so long?" I panicked.

"I don't know." He lied. I rolled my eyes.

"Jason don't do that. Do not start shutting me out. What is going on with you?" I asked for what seems like the millionth time. He ran his fingers through his hair and out the water, that he hasn't drank, on the table.

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" I asked. I already feel like I'm about to cry and I don't even know if that's why he's so upset. He turned his head to look at me and shook his head. He cupped my cheek in his hand.

"No, no, no. I would never do that." He assured. I slightly relax.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" I begged. His hand fell and he rested it on my knee. I put my hand on top of his to reassure him that it's okay.