Murdered Love

Prologue

If I had been asked to recall why the famous Jack Robinson broke up with me, I would have given the short answer; we had just stopped loving each other. 

But that wasn't the truth. If it was only that simple. 

SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL

Jack and I walked off the football field after the game, which, of course, he won. We were going to go out for ice cream. Before we got into Jack's car, his phone rang. He ruffled his jet black hair and answered.

"Tyson, hey!" 

Before I knew it, Jack was off for some party, without even a backward glance. 

My wonderful Jack became less wonderful. I knew he loved me still. I could see it in his blue eyes. But after that, all his love for me got buried under his love for football and making his school love him. He missed out on dates he set,- and then stopped setting them- never texted, and stopped talking to me. I was fed up, but I couldn't break up with him. 

One day he came up to me. For the first time in weeks, he noticed me. 

"Are you cold?" He asked, and I saw a glimpse of the caring boyfriend he once was before it was buried again. 

"Nah," 

He shrugged.

"Oh, ok. I came to invite you to my game! It's next Saturday. Can you come?" He asked. I stared into his piercing blue eyes. 

"Oh. Sure, I guess. Are we still going out on Friday?" 

He looked at his feet. "Actually, umm, I've got practice."

 I knew that was a lie. I had studied the practice schedule and was good friends with Coach Will. But I just sighed and nodded.

He was the QB. Maybe he has some practice with some of his friends. I reassured myself. 

If only... 

Jack Robinson, the high school star, never acknowledged me. Yet I was stubborn. If someone asked me out, I would icily tell them that I wasn't single. Although I wasn't sure. Jack hadn't taken me out for a long time. 

I knew the other players didn't like me. I also knew Jack needed people to like him, even if it meant losing me. The sweet, kind and funny Jack I knew was gone. In his place, was the 'popular' Jack. The Jack who never answered my texts. The Jack who ignored me. The 'I need popularity to survive Jack. 

 I wallowed in my misery at home with my supportive siblings Samantha and Andy, but at school, I was strong, stubborn, and brave. I never showed my sadness to anyone, not even my best friends. 

I knew, or thought, that Jack still loved me. But that didn't last long. 

IN COLLEGE 

We were both at Florida University, but unfortunately for me and fortunately for him, they offered football.  My misery and sadness continued. 

Then Jessie happened. Jessie was always with the boys, and they loved her. I don't know if it was her flowing blonde hair, her jeweled brown eyes, or the fact that she was one of those b*tch girls. 

I tolerated Jessie. Sure, she was a jerk, but at least she didn't make my life hell. At least, until Jack came up to me in our sophomore year.

"Sarah, I can't do it anymore." He paused and my heart leaped.

 He continued. "I think I like Jess. Sarah, we're over." My heart sank. 

"Fine. Goodbye Jack Robinson." I said icily and walked away. But deep down I was heartbroken. I made it to my dorm before I collapsed. Lila found me there. 

"Sarah, what is wrong?" My friend and roommate asked. I just buried my face in my primrose pillow and cried. When I stopped crying, I told her what Jack did. 

"Hon, I cannot believe the nerve of him!" Lila said in her Southern accent. I nodded my head.

"I know," I said. 

The next time someone asked me out, I said yes. I more or less forgot Jack. Or at least that's what I told myself.

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After college, I was married. I kept my maiden name, and that made my husband furious. I thought I had loved Max, but he turned sour and I realized I never had loved him. But it was too late.

 A few months after realizing I didn't care for Max, I gave birth to two beautiful twins, Noah and Angel Johnson. I again refused to give them Max's surname. 

 He was furious. He was a ruthless man and beat my children, who by this time had been into the hospital twice, once for head wounds inflicted by Max, and another time for poor health. 

When my twins were three, I divorced him. Again he was mad. I took the kids, and he promised to send money. He hardly ever did. I got a job that paid very little, but enough to buy what we needed. 

We lived with Lila until she was married. I rented a small apartment and got a higher paying job. 

But it never felt like it was enough. 

My life just kept spiraling out of control. 

A/N: This is for TriciaDehler's GOLDEN WRITER contest, prompt #3. Thank you for taking the time to read this! :) 

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