Lonely Together II (Sequel)

Chapter 15

I was screaming, but it was like I couldn't stop. Sure, I didn't know Sharon was my mom until just awhile ago, but I had known her as a person my entire life. She wasn't always my "mom", but she was my moms detective for years. I would do anything to talk to her one last time.

I never even said sorry. I was awful to her. I got annoyed with her following me around and trying to find my mom, but in reality, I'm sure that was just her way of trying to get close to me. She knew she was my mom when I didn't.

No matter who I thought she was, she was still one of the only people I had left.

"Hands up!" Police sirens blared. "Don't move!"

Justin gave me a kiss on the forehead before unwrapping his arms around me and slowly raising his hands. I did the same, my mind pulling in an infinite amount of directions.

Without a second thought, Brad was already swerving away in his car, police going nuts to get in their own car and chase him.

I felt like I was in a movie. Or a dream, or something of that matter. It was crazy. My entire life was crazy. But that's how it's always been, and that's how it always will be.

I closed my eyes while silent tears poured down my cheeks, my hands parallel to my ears.

My mom was gone.

She was gone.
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Two days later:

I woke up to a fluffy white comforter, a bright light in my eyes, and two arms holding onto me for dear life.

"You're awake," he kissed behind my ear.

I wish I wasn't.

I didn't say anything, but that was no surprise. I had barely talked since we left the crime scene two days ago.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

I just shook my head, my eyes half open. I looked like a wreck.

He sat up then. "What about breakfast? Are you hungry?"

I simply shook my head once more, not having the willpower to move.

He let out a heavy sigh, looking down at me. "Do you want anything?"

I didn't even shake my head that time. He just knew when to stop asking. I had barely eaten, nor had I moved. Sleeping though, I've been doing that constantly. I only go to sleep in hopes I won't wake up.

"Jess," he said lowly, getting out of bed and putting his sweatpants on. "I'm here for you, but this," he gestured around him. "staying in here is driving me insane. I need to-"

"Just go then."

He looked amazed that I had actually talked. "You know I don't want to leave you."

"It's okay," I rolled onto my stomach. "Go."

He slouched his shoulders, debating on what to do. I felt so weighed down, like I couldn't move.

He closed his eyes for what seemed like forever, letting out a long breath. "I'm just going to go on a walk," he placed a kiss on my forehead. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

I didn't even do so much as nod. I just stayed in my still position, staring at nothing in particular.

I waited about 10 seconds after I heard the door shut before I jumped out of bed, snatching my phone off the dresser on the opposite side of the room.