Painful Love ***Only One Part***

Painful Love ***Only One Part***

A Story by Jessica Jones
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This is not even close to the whole story, but this is one part that I love the most. I made this story myself and add as I get the ideas.

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** This is the ending for the story as of now, it is not even close to being done.**


We’re gonna leave. And when I say we, I mean you and I. We could go somewhere..anywhere..away from here!” He looked at me with such love and despair.

“What about Christian? We can’t just leave her here! He may go after her..or anyone else we care about..” I say trying to sit up.

He could tell by my eyes that trying to move cause me pain. He looked down.

“Please, I just want a life with you. I have dated other girls in the past, but none of them were like you. You are perfect. You are what I have been looking for my whole life. You are the girl that my parents adored, trusted, loved. My parents knew you were a great girl for me the moment you sat at the dinner table with us. I love you so much. If something were to happen to you, I would die.” A tear begins to roll down his cheek.

“I love you too, but what about Jeff?”

“Who cares about Jeff??? Please don’t tell me you feel sorry for him!?”

I begin to look away. “Something could be medically wrong with him, or he’s just depressed. I know what he did to me is wrong but, I still believe there is good in him. When he shot me, he instantly fell to the ground and started crying. That means he still has sympathy. Maybe we could get him some help for him or at least make sure that he is somewhere where he can’t hurt anyone else.”

“I can’t believe after all he did to you, you feel sorry for him. Remorse? Really?? Babe, he could have killed you. Killed me!”

“But he didn’t. I knew he wouldn’t kill me. Why do you think I stood up for you. Seeing someone die in front of me would not ruin me. I have no more tears to cry anyway. I did it because I felt something for you and also knew that if I did, he would not kill me.”

He looks at me with such..sorrow. He knows what I’m saying is true, but it’s as if he can’t fathom what is coming out of my mouth.

“Babe, If I promise to try and get him some help..will you come away with me?”

“Yes. I will”

He then smiles and kisses my cheek. I smile then close my eyes. The nurse comes in and says “Ms Sanders, you have a visitor.”

I open my eyes to see Jeff walk in.

“Hello sweetie. DId you miss me?”

I take a huge breath and he presses his finger to his lips.

“Shh...If you say anything, he dies.” He says as he points a gun at Jake’s head without even looking at him.

“Now,” He says as he closes and locks my soundproof door and sits in the chair across from my bed.

“You will hear MY side of the story. No one ever hears my side. You see, everyone thought I was crazy. Me! Even my own parents thought I was insane! I..I don’t understand.” He says as he starts to laugh.

“That’s why, that’s why I..I had to kill them..I couldn’t live with them anymore. I just..couldn’t..”

“Jeff..” I said shaking my head

“No..no..DON’T say my name like that! They..They deserved it..they..they..they never believed in me..They said that what I liked was stupid and childish..You see, I never understood my parents until they were begging for their life. That’s when I finally understood them”

I look at Jake and he looks at me.

“S..stop looking at each other! You’re thinking the same thing they were!”

I slowly start to sit up. He looks at me and points the gun at me.

“Jeff, calm down..it’s me..it’s Amanda.” He looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I just want to tell you that you were right. I should have always been with you..you were the one for me. Not Jake.”

“What?! What the hell are you saying!” Jake said standing up. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

“Shut up! You knew this would happen Jake! You knew she would finally see the truth and see that she was meant to be with me the whole time. Now sit your a*s back down!” He says once again pointing the gun at Jake’s face.

“Come away with me.” I say as I walk closer to Jeff. “We can leave all of this and it can be just you and me.”

He begins to smile and I walk over slowly.

“How do I know that this isn’t a trick?” He says pointing a second gun at me with his other hand.

“Would I do this if it was a trick?”

I walk over and kiss him softly on his lips. He slowly puts his arms down and leans into the kiss and wraps an arm around me letting go of one of the guns. I let go and smile.

Jake is just sitting there, mouth dropped and wide eyed.

I continue to kiss him as i silently kick one of the guns to Jake. I giggle softly against his lips to block out the sound of the gun skidding across the floor. Jake quickly picks up the gun and points it at Jake. I kneed Jeff in the gut and spin him around. I press my nurse button repeatedly and Jake stands there, pointing the gun at him. A nurse rushes in and gasps.

“Oh my god!” She covers her mouth and backs toward the wall. I kick the other gun toward her.

“Keep this away from this man! Call the police! Now!!” I yelled. She kicks the gun out of the room and runs out yelling for someone to call the cops.

“You lied!!! You stupid b***h! You said you loved me!” He says, tears begin to swell up in his eyes.

I frown, I feel so upset for messing with this boy’s feelings. I know what I did was wrong, but I had to!”

“I should kill you.” Jake says in a very slow, and angry voice.

I blink and feel scared of him myself. I know that Jake would never lay a hand on me, but this, what he just said makes me feel so..scared.

“How DARE you slap her, punch her, throw her around, or even touch her! I swear Jeff, this time you have gone too far. You kissed her..you kissed the love of my life..”

I look into Jake’s eyes, he looks so betrayed, so sad..I never thought out of anyone in the world..I would be the one to make him feel this way.

I look down.

“She kissed me.” he said with a grin.

I could see him tense up, as if he could shoot him in the face right here and right now and not feel a shred of guilt.

I walk over to Jake and wrap my arms around the one that isn’t holding the gun.

“It wasn’t all that, don’t feel flattered. The only reason I did was to get you help.”

Jake moves his arm, obviously not wanting me to be holding it. I look away trying to hold back tears. Jeff see’s this.

“Look at that..now YOU made her cry.”

I look at Jake and blink a few times to make the tears go away.

“I’m not crying.” He looks at me for a split second then back to Jeff.

“I was your friend, we both were. Why..? Why would you do this. To me..to her?” His voice..sounding almost as if he were pleading with Jeff.

Jeff just looked at him.

“You..you don’t know what it’s like..to have no one care about you. To be bullied every single day for being a little “different”. To get beat up simply because you looked at somebody the wrong way. I..I never understood why I was treated so differently.To be called so many different names ever day when I went to school. I didn’t even have a self esteem anymore.” A tear began to roll down his cheek.

“Waking up in the morning and begging your parents not to make you go to school. That’s how I felt EVERY single day! Then..I met you..Amanda.” He looked at me and my strong glare grew into a concerned frown.

“Me..?” I said.

“You made me smile. You made me want to go to school everyday. You didn’t treat me the way that everyone else did. You treated me like a human being. I fell in love with you so fast my head spun. Then..I found out that you had a boyfriend. I wasn’t really shocked. In all honesty, I thought he would be the stereotypical jerk boyfriend. But you aren’t” He said finally looking at Jake.

I tear then began to roll down my own face. I felt such pity for this boy.

“You were just as nice to me. You became my friend. I never had that before. Then..you left. My only real friend, the only guy who has ever stuck up for me against bullies. So..after you left, they all started picking on me again. I started begging not to go to school, but then I realized I needed to be there for Amanda. We got closer as friends..and I realized it would only be as friends. So something snapped inside me..” He looked down.

“Why did you kill your parents?” Jake said with a serious voice as if he were the police questioning him.

“My mom..and..heh dear old dad. They beat me. They told me time and time again that I was nothing but a disappointment. I..I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s why I never understood them. They begged me not to kill them. “We love you!” they said “We’re sorry!” they said. Then I just said one thing before shooting them both in the head,

“I’m..sorry..too.”

He looked up to me to find me covering my mouth with tears down my cheeks. Jake’s stern look turned into one of sympathy. In all the 2 years we were friends, not one of us knew that he was being abused at home.

“I regret everything I did to you. I just..didn’t know what to do anymore. I’m used to having no one love me.” I walked up to him.

“Amanda!” Jake said in a pleading voice.

I just hugged him.

“I am so sorry. I’m sorry you felt that way for so long.” I begin to hear faint police sirens.

“A..Amanda, you have to back away before they come inside.” I slowly walked over to Jake. I turn around to see Jeff now on his knees on the floor. His hands are up, he has finally given up.

“Please, kill me.” These words shocked both Jake and I.

“I can’t go to jail. I can’t live with this guilt forever. Please!” Tears began to fill his eyes. I look at Jake, who is now clenching his jaw.

“Jake.” I said in a soft voice.

Then in a split second Jake puts his hand down and police burst through the door. They point their guns at all of us.

“Get on the ground! Put your hands where we can see them! Drop the gun!!”
***TO BE CONTINUED***

© 2016 Jessica Jones


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