Page 149 of Holding On

"It's over," Becca says quietly.

"What's over?" I ask, my heart thumping faster.

"Us. This relationship. I'm done."

"Becca, no. Don't say that. It's not done. I just need time to work things out."

"Work what out? What's going on?"

"It's hard to explain, and honestly I don't want to."

"Which is why this will never work." She pauses and her eyes go to mine. "I need honesty, Ethan. I need you to trust me, but you don't. So I don't want to keep doing this."

My heart's racing. I'm panicking, not sure what to do. I've never been dumped before. What do I say? How do I fix this? This can't be the end. How did this happen? We have one fight and it's over? No. I can't accept that.

"Get out," Becca says.

"Becca, let's just talk this out."

"We already did and you had nothing to say. If you don't trust me enough to tell me what's bothering you, then forget it. I don't want this anymore. We're done. Now leave. Before I get Mike out here to throw you out."

"Becca," I plead.

"Go. Now."

I slowly turn on my crutches and hear the door close and lock as I make my way down the hall to the elevator. When I get to the parking lot, I get my phone out to call a cab but then notice Jackson's car pulling up beside me.

He rolls the window down. "Get in."

"What are you still doing here?"

"I knew she wouldn't take you back. I told you it takes a few times."

"It's gonna take more than that," I mutter.

What have I done? Becca was the one bright light in an otherwise dark existence that started the moment I woke up at the hospital. From that moment on, I was suffocating from the grief, the guilt, thinking I'd always feel that way. But then Becca came into my life and for the first time, I started to feel better.

And now she's gone. I screwed up one too many times. I thought she'd forgive me. But now? I don't think she will.

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