Everything Jack just told me sounds surreal. Magnus my grandfather? That is ridiculous. I don't get it. None of it makes sense.
'Look you have to believe me.' Jack tells me. An expression of disbelieve must be engraved on my face, because he seems really panicked. 'Ally. I wanted to tell you...'
'Then why didn't you?' I ask, completely cutting him off. I trusted him and he lied to me. He knew all along and still let me get closer to Nick. All because I have to find my own path? That's just a load of bullshit.
'Because he forbade me to.'
'Are you kidding me?!' I am starting to get angry right now. I can't believe him.
'Look I believed him, Ally. I don't know why, but I knew he was telling the truth. He told me that you had to find your own path because of something your mom did.'
'Do you realize how crazy you sound? Why did I ever trust you? Why did I allow myself to get close to you!' I scoff. My anger is starting to overtake everything. I've never been lied to like this and I really, immensly hate it. I look at Jack sitting in his hospital bed. His eyes are so apologetic and he looks so sad.
'I'm sorry Ally. I'm so sorry.' he apologizes. I don't want to listen to him anymore. I don't even want to see him. He has lied to me. I don't even think I believe him. It just sounds too unbelievable. Magnus my grandfather? Forget it. He tried to kill me! And instead he says Nick wants to kill me? Nick saved my life. That does not really sound as reasonable motive. Is this some sick way to get me to keep my distance from Nick?
I need answers. I get up, ignoring the heavy feeling I still have in my head and gather my coat.
'Ally. What are you doing?' Jack asks alarmed. I don't pay attention to him anymore afraid that I'll get even more angry, or worse that I'll forgive him. 'Ally! Please don't go. I'm sorry.' I don't react. I'm already at the door, his voice stopping me one more time. 'Ally. Please. If not for me, stay for yourself. You still have a concussion, please. I don't want to see you hurt.'
His words are soft and genuine. He doesn't want to see me hurt. Against what my heart is telling me I shake my head and walk out of the room. For some reason I want to start crying, but I can't do that. Not until I have answers. As I leave the room I see policemen coming from the other side of the hallway and entering his room. I quickly turn my head so they don't see me and put up the hood of my coat. Should I go find Nick? He said he'd come find me in a couple of days. Maybe I can wait for him at my house.
I make my way outside, trying to avoid as many people as possible. As I walk onto the parking lot I wonder how I'm going to get home. I don't have a car, not that I'd be able to drive, and it is a long way to walk from here. It would take close to two hours. With the state I am in right now that would not be possible. I rack my brain for other possibilities. I take out my phone and see that I have a new message. It's from Nick. I hurry to open it. I haven't heard from him since he left.
Nick: I need to talk to you, meet me at your house
He needs to talk to me. About what? Could it be the same as Jack? No, that's impossible. Maybe he has had another vision. Or he can explain that Magnus was lying to Jack. Whatever it is, I know I have to talk to him too. I just need to find a way there. Going through my phone gives me an idea. There's this great app that allows you to carpool with other people. It's either this or stealing a bike. The latter does not really sound smart, considering the run in I had with the police last night.
The app is easy to use and within five minutes I've found someone who is headed in the same direction. I find their car in the parking lot and make sure I have the right person. This would be the worst time to get kidnapped. It's a guy, who is I'm gussing about twenty years old.
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