I guess it's Fate

Chapter 12

Elizabeth POV
I have been in bed all week, crying. I have fucked up and I knew it was coming. It hit me harder than I thought and I wish I could go back and change what happened. I have tried to text and call Jack but he won't answer which makes me cry even more. My mum has come into my room throughout the week giving me food and checking up on me. She knocks on my door for the fourth time today and opens it slightly. "Liz, honey, how are you?", she says and opens the door wider so I can see her. She comes in and sits on my bed. I lean into her as she wraps her arms around me and sighs. "Liz, moments like this will happen a lot in your life and you won't be able to stop it. Just think of it like this, you are one broken heart away from finding the love of your life", she says to me and I cry harder. "I don't want it to be the end with Jack. Mum, he is the love of my life", I say to her. "Elizabeth...", she starts but I stand from my bed and stop her from continuing. "Mum, I know what you are going to say. You are going to say that I'm wrong and too young to think about love but that's not true. I may have known Jack for a small amount of time but I love him and I don't care what you have to say about it. I have lost the one person who understands me and loves me for the way I am because I am such an idiot", I cry and bury my face in my hands.

I look up to my mum who has tears in her eyes. "Jack is a wonderful person and I do think you are too young for love but if you really love him then what is the point of staying here and moping about losing him", my mum says to me and I look up to her confused. "Liz, go and tell him how you feel. I can tell you he is probably doing the same thing you are doing right now", she says but I shake my head. Jack made up his mind about me and I don't think I can change it even if I wanted to. My mum is right though, if I love him I have to tell him. I grab a jacket and quickly wrap myself in it and put some shoes on. "Where are you going?", my mum asks but I walk downstairs without answering her. "Liz", she calls after me and I turn to her. "I'm going to tell Jack that I love him", I say and open the door. "You're in your pyjamas", she tells me. "I don't care", I yell to her as I walk to the edge of the footpath.

I look around to see if any cars are coming before I cross the road and as I am looking, I see Jack walking down the street with a girl, laughing. I step back and break down into tears. He moved on fast, I knew it and I am still running after him. I run inside my house and jump into my mother's arms. "Liz, what's wrong?", she asks, rubbing my head. "I am history", I cry and she hugs me tighter. "I'm so sorry, honey", she says. "I'll get the ice-cream and cookies", she says to me and walks to the pantry. "That would mean a lot to me. Don't forget the chips", I say and walk to my room, my face dry from the tears.

My mum and I spend the whole night watching movies on my computer and sitting in my bed eating all the snacks we could find. My mum suggested we watch happy movies but I felt like sad movies today. I know I should be lightening up but I don't want to. "Are you sure it wasn't a cousin or a sister?", my mum asks me and I nod. "They were laughing", I say. "People laugh, Elizabeth", she chuckles. "Jack doesn't have a sister", I say to her. "Cousin?", she asks. "His arm was around her and she was leaning into him", I say, my voice breaking as I think of the sight of Jack laughing with a girl who isn't me. "Oh", my mum says and looks down. "If it makes you feel any better, you can talk shit about Jack. You know, let your anger out", she says to me and I laugh quietly. Just as I'm about the say all the rude things I can think of about Jack, my phone buzzes. I pick it up and look at the name that is on my screen. Jack.

Jack is calling me. I jump up off the bed and throw my phone to the ground like it's a disease. "What are you doing?", my mum asks, picking up my phone from the floor. She looks at who is calling me and her eyes widen. She throws the phone to me but I purposely miss. "I don't want it", I say and she stands with her arms crossed. "This may be your only chance to talk to him. He might not call again thinking you want nothing to do with him", she tells me and I instantly pick up the phone. "Hello", I answer nervously. "Hey Liz. We need to talk".