More Than This, McLean, Jay [best ebook reader for surface pro .txt] 📗

everything in my way.

I want to die.

I want to be with them.

There’s nothing else.

No one else.

Nothing can hurt more than this.

Nothing.

My face burns, and my voice is hoarse from crying. My legs can’t hold me anymore and they give out underneath me. Strong arms wrap around me from behind, their body falls to the ground with me, cradling me and rocking me like I’m a child, soothing my hair away from my face and shushing me in comfort. “It’s going to be okay, Kayla. I promise.” He kisses my temple.

I open my eyes and look up at his midnight blue ones, red raw from his own tears. “Jake…” my voice breaks before I silently sob in his arms.

We stay like that for what feels like hours but is only minutes. My mind is empty, completely void of any thoughts. I’m a shell of a person.

“Miss Jones?” A young cop tries to get my attention.

I bury my face further into Jake’s body.

“Have you got somewhere to stay tonight?” he asks cautiously. “The house is going to be a crime scene for a while…uhh… you’ll need to find somewhere until we clear out all the evidence.”

I still have no idea what happened to them.

“What happened?” I whisper, as I look at Jake.

“It’s okay, we’ll talk later,” he assures me. To the cop he says, “Yeah, she can stay with me.”

“And what’s your relation to Miss Jones?” Cop sounds suspicious.

“I’m her boyfriend.”

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate, has she got any friends she can stay with?”

I small sob forms in my throat and escapes from my mouth, I grip onto Jake tighter.

“Seriously, dude?” He sounds pissed. “Were both adults! And do you really think I’d be here right now if I didn’t care about her! What the fuck?”

Jake’s accent is so thick right now, I don’t know if I understood him correctly.

“Jake?” a timid females voice comes through the open ambulance doors.

“Mom?”

“This is your mother?” cop asks.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Jake growls.

“Jacob!” His mom reprimands.

“Ma’am,” cop begins “your son here says that he’s Miss Jones’ boyfriend. He says she can stay with him tonight? I just want to confirm that this is suitable.”

Jake’s mom doesn’t miss a beat. “Officer, my son is an adult. I am here for moral support, not to write out permission slips. It’s obvious my son cares for Miss Jones or they would not be in the position they are in.” I’m still cradled in his arms, on the floor of the ambulance. “Now, maybe you need to take a step back and re-evaluate your level of sensitivity to the situation.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” cop replies.

I hear his footsteps walking away.

“Jake, honey, let’s go home.”

Jake pulls back from me so he can see my face, he has to hold my head up because I can’t seem to function at all. “Mikayla?” I blink. “I’m going to carry you into a car, and you’re going to stay at my house tonight, okay?”

I nod once.

“Okay,” he says, pulling hair away from my eyes and planting a kiss on my forehead. Then I’m being lifted and carried into a minivan. He sits in the back with me and resumes his cradle hold. His mom drives to their home, in complete silence.

I must fall asleep, because the next thing I know I’m being carried up stairs and being tucked into a bed. “Jake…” I whisper. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take the sofa downstairs.” He hands me some clothes to sleep in, I’m still in my prom dress. “No one will bother you here, just try to get some rest okay?”

I start to cry, and he’s next to me instantly, holding, and soothing me. “Please, Jake. Can you just stay, please? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Sure” …shaaww… his accent.

“Get dressed and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He kisses my temple, and leaves his room.

I get out of bed and start to undress, I put on the clothes he handed me, a plain white shirt and boxers. I have no underwear on, no bra, no panties, I have no clothes. I don’t even think I can get in my house to get them. Oh, God. What happened?

As I start to get into the bed, I can hear hushed conversation just outside the door.

“Get some rest sweetheart, both of you. Well, try anyway.”

“Thanks, Mom, for everything, I mean it.”

“Honey, you don’t need to thank me. You did such a good thing today. We’re very proud of you.”

“I didn’t do anything, Mom.”

“Try to get some sleep, son.” A deep male voice says, I assume it’s Jake’s dad. “You have a meeting with your agent here at 9am. Don’t forget.”

“We can’t cancel?” Jake asks.

“Son, he’s travelled from L.A” His dad again. “Just tell him you’re not interested in anything right now and send him on his way.”

“Goodnight, guys.” Jake says as he opens the door.

He closes it behind him then leans against it. His left hand holds an ice pack to his right knuckles, from punching James.

He takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a big puff, blowing his cheeks out.

He looks over at me, for seconds, minutes, hours, who knows.

“God, Kayla. I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice breaks.

I stare at him.

He puts the ice pack down on his dresser and starts to strip out of his clothes and I look away.

He gets in his bed with me, dressed in his tank and boxers.

Once he’s in, we face each other. Then he sits up abruptly and rips his tank off. “Smells like beer,” he shrugs, getting back under the covers and pulling the blankets to our chins.

“What happened to them, Jake?”

He looks at me and tears fill his eyes.

He pulls my body flush against his and wraps his arms around me, he rests his chin on top of my head and clears his throat.

“The police think your family walked in on a burglar in the house, the asshole shot them all, Kayla.”

I tense in his arms.

“He got away, but he tried to