She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... “Jack,” she said as I turned the knob. I looked at her. “Yeah?” She took a deep breath. “If you want me to talk to her after you, I will.” I was going to speak and she continued, “Hang on, hang on a second, Jack. I know it’s all noble of you and everything to want to do this but…I mean, think about it. She’s going to be miserable without you.” The voice in my head chimed in agreement. “She still needs to know.” “Yeah, she does, I guess. But that doesn’t mean you two can’t still be together afterwards.” “Tara—” “Jack!” she hissed, staring at me fiercely, “You two have something that most people never actually have and I hope to Christ you’re not going to let it go so easily. What, are you just going to tell her and whatever happens happens? Jack, fight for it, God damn it! What happened sucked and telling her is going to suck but I don’t believe for a single fucking second that you’d be perfectly fine if she told you that she never wanted to see you again.” She was right. I wouldn’t be. “So I will talk to her after you and explain it from my side so she understands all of it. And then she can make a decision. Jack…you love her. She loves you. And I want to believe that, even after you tell her, she’s still going to love you. She’ll be pissed, yeah, but who doesn’t get pissed at the people they love? It’s healthy!” I smiled a little at that. “If you’re going to talk to her,” I said slowly, “Make sure…you give her—” “I know,” Tara interrupted, “I’m a girl, Jack. I know how long ...

... girls need to digest something like…this.” I sighed. “Okay.” She came over and gave me a hug that I didn’t return. Not because I was angry at her. I just wasn’t in a hugging mood. “I love you, Jack,” she said, “And so does she. And I wish there was…I kind of don’t want you to tell her. Just keep it a secret.” “Part of me does too,” I replied, “But…it’ll come out sooner or later.” “It always does, don’t it?” she sighed, pulling back, “Well…good luck.” There were tears glistening in her eyes. I opened the door and glanced once more into the house. I should have said goodbye but I didn’t have the strength for it. Right before I closed the door, I saw Amanda looking at me from the kitchen. Her expression was unreadable but, again, I desperately clung to this as hope. No schemes. God, please no schemes. The air still had that oddly metallic smell of oncoming snow. What little there was on the ground didn’t even crunch as I walked across the lawn, feeling like I was a dead man walking. My heart was pounding in my ears and each breath grew heavier and heavier, resounding in my skull like window down a tunnel. My hands, stuck deep in the pockets of my jacket, trembled with fear and I balled them into fists to keep them still. It didn’t stop the tremors. They crept from my fists into my arms and down my back until my whole skeleton felt like someone was running along it with a stick. Even my jaw was chatting, my teeth clacking together like marbles. Fear was twisting my stomach into a ...