Starting Over

38. Guess Who?

I roll over in my bed to cuddle Jackson like I do every morning to find the bed the way it was when I went to sleep last night. The quilt and sheets are still tucked in like no one has been in the bed at all.

I get out of bed so fast, I don't even bother tying up my hair. I check the balcony to see if Jackson maybe fell asleep there. He's not there. I go through all the rooms and even the living room upstairs and he's not there either. 

The stairs are right in front of the front door, so once I've run down the stairs I check to see if he has taken his keys. Jackson's house and car keys are still on the hook in front of the door. 

Where could he be?!

I then check the living room down stairs and notice a blanket and pillow on one of the sofas like someone has been sleeping there but Jackson isnt in the living room. I lift up the blanket hoping to find something. Nothing.

I check all the rooms down stairs and still no sign of Jackson. I decide to check outside before getting ready for school. I unlock the door that leads to the undercover area in front of the pool. Jackson is sitting outside at the big table with a coffee in his hands and his headphones on. 

I call out his name but he doesn't hear me. So I move to stand directly in front of him. When he finally notices me he takes his headphones off of his head. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me.

"I couldn't find you, Jackson. You scared the shit out of me!" I say crossing my arms over my bare chest.

He drops the eye contact and mumbles sorry before turning his phone back on. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or are you going to leave me in the dark and keep sleeping on the sofa?" I ask. I haven't felt this angry since I had that fight Emily a few weeks back. But this is different, Emily's anger was mixed with adrenaline, this anger feels like the old me.

He still doesn't look me in the eye. "I didn't want to wake you up last night so I slept on the couch," he says looking down.

"Thats utter bullshit Jackson and you know it!" I point my finger at him. Before I walk off I say, "drive yourself to school, I'm not fucking dealing with you right now!" When I get to the door I turn around to face him again. "Oh and forget about the appointment this afternoon. I'm cancelling it!" I slam the door shut behind me and storm up the stairs towards my bedroom. I walk into my wardrobe and look at my reflection in the mirror. A tear rolls down my face as I look at the angry and pissed off face staring back at me. My eyebrows are scrunched in confusion. 

What is going on with him? I ask myself. I wish I could answer but I can't. I've got no idea what has gotten into him.

I wipe my tears away when I hear the door from downstairs open and close. I grab my things for the shower and start undressing. As I'm undressing I hear a shatter. I freeze dead in my spot, in only my bra and undies. What the fuck! 

I hear another shatter as I walk out of my bedroom, quickly wrapping my bath towel around me. I walk downstairs and into the kitchen and spot Jackson leaning over the sink. There is glass from his breakfast plate and coffee mug all over the kitchen floor. I can't move from my spot or else I'll cut myself. 

I gasp and Jackson looks up at me. "You shouldn't be down here, Ella." He says, fury written all over his face. 

"Why not, huh? This is my fucking house!" I yell. He doesn't say anything but just stares at me with a cold expression. "What is going on, Jackson, just fucking tell me!" The yelling doesn't stop. 

"For fucks sake, Ella," he doesn't yell but he says it with so much anger.

"What is it, Jackson? What happened when I showed you the pills?" I ask, calmly.