WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Yrene's PoV

I cross my arms against my chest and roll my eyes at Chase,
"What?"
"Nene, he deserves to know. Don't you think? Maybe he can help you get better. Please, I know you trust him and love him, but do it, tell him. You have to. I want you to get better."
"Don't tell me what to do." I growl at him and he sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose,
"God Yrene! You need help! And if your brothers and I can't provide it, maybe your boyfriend can! Grow up for fuck's sake!"
"I don't need your help! Or anyone else's for that matter! Stay out of my damn life!"
"I'm trying to help you!"
"Well, don't fucking try to help me! I'm fine!" I knew this was bound to happen one day or another, I had to tell Jason, he didn't deserve someone as broken and weak as me. But I wanted it to be me who told him and of my own accord too. Not on someone else's. Not Chase's. But right now I didn't need to fight with him and so I go up to him and hug him,
"I'm sorry Chase. I didn't mean to yell at you like that, it was ill mannered of me to do so."
"No you're right. I have no right to interfere in your life. It's yours to live not mine." He says, clearly disappointed that I told him to stay out of my matters considering he had been so caring and supportive ever since he found out.
"No Chasey, I didn't mean it. At all. In fact I'll call him up right now and tell him."
"No, you don't have to. You can tell him in person when he comes."
"I won't be able to hold onto the guilt for that long." I tell him and even though it is true, the real reason I want to do it in call is that I am too scared to do it in person; to be face to face with the man I love so much and bear the weight of disappointment and pity in his eyes.
"Whatever suits you." He kisses my forehead and I nod, hugging him again before I leave. I dial up Jason's number the moment I step out of the office.
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Third person PoV (for reasons of greater insight)

Jason Dawfield was drumming the beat of his sweetheart's favourite song, 'When I'm Gone' by Eminem, on his steering wheel while it played from his radio. He was thinking of her again; the way he always did when he wasn't busy working on an assignment. He thought about her precious smile and the way he'd make her smile again today. He loved it when she was happy as it made him happy too. But he was worried for her too; she didn't know but he had seen a discarded blade in one of her washroom drawers once when he was taking a shower there and went to look for a spare toothbrush. He hadn't made much of a deal about it then since he had assumed she used it to shave but when he found out that she went to the salon to get an arm wax, he had been extremely confused. He didn't want to think about it in greater detail, he didn't want what he had thought to be true. He couldn't bear it if it were; he'd go on a killing spree once he found out who had hurt his darling so bad that they had driven her to do things he couldn't even bring himself to picture. To drive away the gloomy thoughts he started thinking of all those times they had shared; when he'd catch her dancing to a new choreography, when they dance in the middle of the street, when she'd ask him to sing her to sleep. He was just reminiscing, almost about to reach their hometown, and as if their brains were connected by an invisible string she calls him. And just when he's about to receive the call on his Bluetooth system a dog appears in the centre of the highway. His eyes wide with horror, his heart beating in his chest; his life flashed in front of his eyes, mostly Yrene; her perfect pearly white smile, her snorty laughter, her mane of liquid night, the way she looked at the gala when she accepted him, the way she spoke of physics and her brother like teacher, Bear. Everything played in his mind, as if on a projector screen. The car finally crashed into the trees lining the highway. The phone continued ringing and on the other end Yrene Jones was frowning at the device in her hands, sitting on one of the comfortable common room sofa's; wondering why Jason hadn't picked up her call on the first ring as before this he always had. All this while Jason Dawfield's reel of memories had halted; his eyes closed as blood trailed down his pale forehead and coated his black hair. The last image in his mine had been of his darling closing he hands around his eyes and making him guess who it was when she was five and he was nine.
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Yrene's PoV

Why was Jason not receiving my call? I had tried three times. Maybe he was busy with all those assignments he had mentioned in the morning. Yes. That must be it. That had to be it. Why would he otherwise not receive my call? Not making a great deal out of it I opened my gallery and started smiling at our photos; the memories we had created and thinking about the memories we were yet destined to make. Finally deciding to rest my eyes for a bit, I put on a recording of Jason singing 'All of Me' for me when I had bullied him into it.
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Chase's PoV

I'm correcting papers when I receive a call from Ross Jones, whose number I had saved earlier in the week for emergencies as luckily he had understood my relationship with Yrene and why I had left and respected it.
"Hello Ross." Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the way his voice shook from tears that begged to be shed or the news he delivered to me.
"Is-is Yrene with you?" He questions in a hoarsely shaking voice.
"No, she left a few minutes ago. Is everything okay? Is she okay? Ross answer me!" My voice has raised by a few notches thinking of the ways something could have happened to my Yrene. No, not my Yrene, Jason's Yrene.
"She, she's fine. It's Jay-Jason." He manages to choke out through thick tears and I can hear him driving.
"Ross slow down!" I scold him, "what happened to Jason?" I question, panicking inside but not letting it be evident in my voice.
"Car crash." He sobs into the phone, and only then does it hit me that he was not only Yrene's lover but also Ross's best friend and Raymond's brother in law. As much as I was jealous of him, I still liked the kid; he took good care of Yrene and I respected him for that.
"Is he okay?"
"No. No. Not at all. Chase I'm rushing to the hospital, they say he's in bad shape. I called you so that you can inform Yrene. She won't be able to take it Chase.... It'll kill her. I can't be the one to tell her, I'm too much of a coward, please do this for me. Please, I'm begging you. Make the blow as soft as you possible can make it." He cries into the phone, already feeling in his heart the pain his sister is bound to experience when she finds out that the man she is so deeply in love with and invested is fighting for his life in a damn hospital. I quickly take the hospital name from Jason and drag my hands down my face, dreading having to tell Yrene the news; fearing her reaction. Jason was indeed right; it would kill her. Completely shatter her. I couldn't let that happen, could I? Had she not been through enough already? Now why did she have to go through this pain too? I question God, crying silently on behalf of Yrene. After a few minutes; mustering the courage to tell her I finally call her up.
"Yrene?"
"Chase?" Her voice is groggy as if she has just woken up and is currently in the process of wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"Come to my office. Please. Quickly." I mange to keep my voice steady even when she questions me as to why I'm calling her and I tell her that I need to talk to her about something of extreme importance. A few minutes later a soft knock sounds on my door and she walks in. By this time I'm shaking with fear of having to break the news to her.
"You'll want to sit down for this Yrene."
"Nah, I'm good."
"Listen to me. Sit down. Please. Im begging you Nene."
She obeys me with a highly confused expression.

DO NOT HATE ME!!!