Hey Guys!!

I'm really sorry I haven't update din a while. Trust me I have been working hard on this story. Special thanks to my bff's Irivette and Jessica, my cuz Yvette and my fabulous Beta Victoria!!

Here's Chappie #11 I hope you like it and please REVIEW!! I'll give you cookies with Jackie's face on them!

Thanks!!

Chapter 11

My eyes are screaming for the sight of you
and tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been thru
and I can't hold on to you
so I guess I'll be lonely too

Her eyes filled with tears, her tiny body shaking, her breathing coming in gasps. All he wanted to do was run to her and tell her it was all going to be alright, that he didn't mean any of it. That he loved her and never wanted to leave her. That it all had been a mistake, a terrible mistake, and that he wished he could take it all back.

So he did. He walked towards her and flinched when she backed away; it felt as if she had hit him and it was a horrible, terrible pain.
"Then go," she whispered as she turned and walked towards their bedroom.
He couldn't help following her in, only to find her curled on the bed.
"I'm sorry." He said, more to himself that to her, but she heard him.
"Then why are you doing this? And don't tell me that crap about using me! Jack, I... I know you're lying, but whatever it is we can fix it! You tell me what it is and we'll work it out! We've been through so much, we can do this... " She turned to him and looked him straight in the eye. Her innocence plain on her face, the certainty that they could be together forever, and he knew in that moment that he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone in his whole life. Maybe she's right, maybe we could fix it... No, we can't fix it, because I'll just fuck up again. He could never look her in the eye and lie, so he turned away.
"I'm... leaving now. I'll have Sam come get my shit," he said softly, grimacing as he heard a sob wrack her.

It had taken her three days to pack up what felt like a lifetime with Jack. It had been the hardest thing she had to do in a long time. As she folded his shirts and jeans she kept finding little things they had given each other over their time together. She was surprised to find he had saved a box full of little notes she'd left for him from time to time, and had to stop herself from destroying each and 

every one. Sleep was her shelter from reality and she was glad it came to her easily.

"Stop ringing stupid phone!" She threw her phone against the wall for the eighth time that day. Couldn't people accept the fact that she did not want to talk to anyone? She rolled back around on the bed, realizing too late there was no more bed for her to roll on. She fell in a tangle of sheets that smelled too much of Jack. Just as she was getting out of her death trap -she could see it now, "Girl murdered by her sheets"- her phone rang again. This time, too aggravated to ignore it, she picked it up. "What?" She yelled.
"Well 'hello to you too! Where the hell have you been? Fuck, Alex I find out you and Jack break up and you don't even pick up the phone for three days!"Came her best friend's frantic voice; Yvette hadn't even bothered to breathe.
"Ok, slow down it's not like I'm killing myself over some guy!"
"Some guy? Who are you kidding, Alls, Jack is, like, perfect for you! And yo-"
"Thanks so much for bringing that little detail up! I don't want to talk about it, Yvette. Just drop it!" Finally able to get up, she took her time walking to the bathroom; rolling her eyes at her best friend's ignorance.
"I'll drop it if you open the door!"
"What?" She yelled.
"Me and Sam, we have come to cheer you up!"
"No" She shook her head as if they could see her.
"Y-e-s" Yvette insisted in a sing-song voice as Alex rolled her eyes once more.
"Open the fucking door already, this shit is cold," she heard Sam say in the background as he banged on their—her—door.
She looked at her disheveled-self in the mirror, wanting more than anything to crawl back into bed without having to worry that Sam would go and tell Jack she hadn't been doing so well. She changed into pajama shorts and threw a hoodie on top of her white tanktop and tried unsuccessfully to fix her hair. She sighed, giving up, and walked to the front door.

"What do you want?"Alex grumbled as she opened the door onto her best friend Yvette, her safety net, who was looking at her with pity in her eyes.
"God, Alls you look like shit."
"Why thank you Yvette, I did not know that"
"Hey Alex!" Sam's voice was different, instead of the usual cheer and joyfulness he projected, his voice was filled with worry and doubt. He looked as if he wasn't sure if he should be there,. Alex could imagine the internal struggle he was going ; through: Support Jack or Alex?
"Hi Sammy," Alex mumbled.

She would not look at him; she hadn't wanted him to see her like this. It's not so much that she was ashamed of being sad, it was the fact that she was vulnerable, that she had let someone else in and that they had hurt her... again. She couldn't help it, tears flooded her eyes and spilled before she could stop them. Sam quickly hugged her, murmuring soothing words in her ear. He walked her to the couch where she plopped down, all her tears already spent.

"Ja...his... stuff is all in that corner,. I took the liberty of gathering it all." Sam frowned noticing she couldn't even say Jack's name.
"Oh.. " –he was taken aback; he hadn't expected her to be functional, let alone touch Jack's stuff and organize it. "I'll take it all today so you can use the space."
"Thanks."

At that precise moment Yvette came in the room carrying a tub of Ben and Jerry's Strawberry 

Cheesecake ice cream and a big spoon. "Dig in darling, there are no better men than Mr. Ben and Mr. Jerry!"
"As right as you may be, I can't afford to get fat!"
"Of course you can't that's why it's not chocolate!...Oh, come on Alls, you know you want some of this, and look what I brought!" Yvette pulled out a bag of movies, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Pretty Woman and Troy, the hopeful look on her face told Alex she knew a movie night and some ice cream wouldn't do much to fix her heart, but Yvette was still going to try.
"Ok... I get the chick flicks but... Troy?"Alex said with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hello! Hot guys, hardly any clothes..."she said it as if it was the most obvious statement.
"Ok.. I'm standing right here," Sam interrupted, an aggravated look on his face
" …and Patroclus is quite sexy!, Not to mention Mr. Pitt." Yvette finished without paying any attention to Sam. Alex smiled, for the first time in days, at silly Sam rolling his eyes at them.
"I'm sure Achilles' gay lover is quite sexy!" Sam exclaimed with mock conviction.
"Excuse me Sam, did you say something? 'Cause it sounded to me like someone's jealous!" Yvette responded him giving him a coy smile. Alex wanted to scream at her, "Get out before he hurts you!" but she knew Sam wouldn't do that to Yvette, he loved her. Then again, she thought to herself, she had thought Jack loved her and look where that had gotten her.
"Ok, guys if you're going to flirt, the door is right there!" Alex said, pointing toward the door. Sam and Yvette exchanged a quick look before sitting as far away from each other as they could. Yvette sat behind Alex and she quickly rested her head on her best friend's lap, falling asleep almost instantly.

And I'm tired
This fire's fighting to survive
Tell me a secret (I want it)
Tell me a story (I need it)
I'll listen attentively
I'll stay awake all night
All I need is a whisper (So don't leave)
There's nothing left in me (Please help me)
Not even my body is strong enough to fight (Let's make this right)
Please help me make this right