Hey people. Sorry about the last Authors Note. I was highly emotional and hormonal. I hate return notes to reviews, cause they are a pain in the ass, so let me just say, i loved to hate mail i got for my whiny authors note. WooHoo. So, enjoy this very crappy, horrible, short, angsty chapter:
Think, Rob, think.
I rapped my head on the steering wheel a few times, cause my eyes to water from the pain.
What the hell happened lat night? Shit!
I hit my head one last time and gasped when I saw blood on my fingers from my forehead. I remembered my night-terror.
God, It wasn't just my dream. It was Jess's reality.
I didn't realize I was crying until I saw drops on my jeans. Deciding I needed to leave, I stared my car and drove.
I didn't realize where I was driving until I saw a sign and promptly made a u-turn. NO. I wasn't going back. Not now, not ever. I decided I would call my mom in about a week and tell her where I was.
Goodbye, Jess. Your gone now, and I need to be, too.
Eight months later
I was living in Manhattan, now. I know, common cliché, but it was busy enough to keep my mind busy during the day, and at night, I worked so hard, when I got back to my one room apartment, I fell asleep. I didn't have time to think.
I hadn't heard from Phoebe. It was better that way. I told my mom where I was, and she was sad, and started crying. She loved Jess almost as much as I did. I had only talked to her the once, and she didn't call either, even though I had given her my phone number.
She was angry at me, for leaving her behind. But, she could take care of herself(a/n- remember what I said in chappy one? That he didn't think she could take care of herself? Yeah.), she didn't need her son anymore.
I wasn't seeing anyone. I hurt too much. Plus, I knew I have found my soul mate, and now she was gone. There were no second chances. I knew deep down she was the one, and something went wrong.
I knew I would never love like had before. There are some things you just knew.
All and all, everything was going fine. Under the circumstances.
So, when I got onto my floor from the elevator, Phoebe was the last person I expected to see asleep, in front of my door.
With a big pregnant belly.
I told you--Passions. Pwease review.