Chapter 10
Jesse's POV 'What the fuck did just happen?! I think to myself. I run outside my door and look for Beca. I can't find her. I go back inside my house and kick against the wall. I don't know why, but I am so mad at myself. 'Why couldn't I stop her?!' I still have no idea what's going on. 'She wanted me to kiss her, right? She kissed me back. Two times.' At the thought of the kiss my heart drops. It was the most perfect thing that ever happened in the whole world. Her lips are so soft and her skin and her small hands around my neck and … everything! She is perfect. 'But why did she leave?' I am upset and walk through my whole house. As my eyes catch something. I go to pick it up. It is Beca's sweatshirt. I hold it in my hands and die a little bit inside because it is so tiny! Then I hold it up and burry my face in it as I go on my knees. It smells like her.
She smells so sweet and wonderful, I can't get enough of it. That's when I start to cry. And it feels like I can't ever stop.
Beca's POV I nearly reach my house. I see a group of boys look weirdly and amused at me. I can tell it is because I am in boys clothes and boxers, I cry while I am running and my mascara is ruined. I don't care and simply keep running. Now I'm standing in front of my door. I take my keys and gently open the door. My father isn't at home. What a luck. I walk inside and break down on the floor in the kitchen. Then I hear someone coming home. Shit.
"Whose clothes are these?" My father asks as he walks in. "Wait. Are these men clothes? Who is the owner? Is it the boy I met a few days ago? I told you not to see him again. And where were you the past days?" I don't answer any of his questions. I just stay quiet. Tears are building in my eyes; not because of my father, but because of the thought of Jesse. "Answer me!" he shouts. "I know you were in a hospital! I can see your leg is in a cast. Do you have any idea how expensive fucking hospitals are? I'm sick of paying for you!" I fight hard against the tears and try to not let them fall. It doesn't work. "I am sick of you!" I choke out. That causes a fist in my face. He punches me. And it hurts like crazy.
Then he says "Oh that's funny, because I am sick of you, too. I am sick of all this here." He gestures around him. "And your mother was it as well. She left yesterday. And this bitch won't come back. This is a reason to celebrate. And I'm going to do the same. I will leave now- maybe forever. Being a free man again, alone in the world." His words shock me. 'What? My mother left? Where did she go? And why didn't she take me with her? Will my dad go? Like forever? Is this a good or bad thing? But where am I going to go?' All those questions are playing in my head. He punches me once again and smirks t one of his thoughts. Then he turns around to the door.
"Oh and by the way." My father says as he leaves. "I sold the house, because I don't need it anymore. You have to leave until midnight. Better pack your stuff now and go." With that he is gone. 'Forever?' I ask myself. Maybe I should be happy about it. But my mom is gone as well. That is so her: Leaving her daughter alone with her alcoholic dad, simply escaping all the worries and being a free woman again. I can't get this behind.
I run up the stairs in my room, which is no longer mine. I grab a rucksack and throw random things in it. I cry the whole time. When I'm done my phone vibrates. It is a text from Jesse.
From: Jesse
To: Beca
becs? what the hell? can we please talk? did I do something wrong!? see, I am very worried about you right now! the battery of my phone is nearly empty so I have to make it short now. please call me later! miss you xoxo
After I read this I collapse to the ground crying.