Contrary || l.p.

20. Delinquents

Jessie's P.O.V

"HELP" I shouted and tried breaking away from the masked guy.

I saw Liam in the distance, and he jumped out of a dark truck. His mouth dropped open as he saw me, and he looked back at his faceless friends in the car behind him.

"Liam, please. Please help me!" I shouted and I was shoved to the ground.

Before I could even call out again, he got back into the car and commanded the guy at the wheel to drive.

I faced the guy in the mask and widened my eyes as a gun was pointed to my head.

"HELP!" I shrieked and the gun cut me off by firing into my skull.

My eyes shot open as I jumped, the gunshot rattling in my ears. I felt as if I were choking as sweat poured down my forehead, causing me to dive for the waterbottle at my nightstand. I viciously gulped down the remaining water and continued gasping for air as I untangled myself from the sheets.

Soon enough, I realized that I was gasping a lot because I was crying. I was heaving, and panicking, and crying. Why was it that I had the same dream for six nights straight? The same haunting dream that woke me up crying every morning, making my hatred for Liam grow, but making me miss him at the same time.

As soon as I calmed down, I looked down at my sheets and noticed a dark, red spot in the dead center of my bed. I began noticing these little spots all over the blanket, and even some on my leg.

"Aw, damn it!" I shouted as I tossed up my hands and checked the mirror, finding a similar red spot on my butt.

I was right about my period coming...

I blew out a puff of air as I removed the stained everything, wrapped myself in a robe, and tossed the grossness into the washing machine. I walked into my bathroom, only to find two tampons left in the cabinet under the sink.

I have to go shopping today.

I finished my lady business and quickly got changed for my morning out.

Of course, mom and dad were already out for work, which meant that Tristan was already over at Nolan's, leaving me alone in the house. The storm warning flashed on the screen once I turned on the television for any traffic on the way to the mini mart. I was lucky enough to find very little to no traffic.

As I waited for my toast to pop, I checked my phone for anything that I may have missed while I was sick yesterday. My parents told me that my fever went back up last night, and I was muttering some weird shit. I had to make sure I didn't post anything stupid, or accidentally text someone from my wild hallucinations.

1 text message

4 from group message

(Group Message)
Ava: hey, I heard what happened! Are u ok?

Sterling: I saw u being carried to the nurses office. Pls tell me ur not dead.

Jay: r u ok, jess?

Samantha: OH NO! WHAT HAPPENED?!

(From: Isaiah)
How are you feeling?

I replied to each of them, telling them that I was better, but in all reality, I was still broken on the inside.

Just knowing that Liam was living on without me in his life, depressed me. Why? Because I was here, feeling like a piece of me was missing, while he was there, feeling nothing. Seven days. Why the hell did he have to be in my life for seven days?