What have I done?

Jake's POV

The judge couldn't be more right. My Sabrina was innocent. Deep down I had wished there was a possible explanation as to why she killed my father. She couldn't have changed one day from a good girl to a murderer and adulterer the next. But in my own stupidity I hadn't even thought that maybe, just maybe, she was a victim in all this. But what kind of a son would I be, if I didn't avenge my father's death and made sure his killer was punished. I wouldn't want to be the son who sided with his father's murderer all in the name of love. But now, I am just the man who allowed his father to sexually assault his only true love and did nothing about it. Dad wherever you are I loathe you.

Look at Marcus hugging her. That should be me not him. Who even hugs their lawyer? Wait are they dating now? Calm down, Jake. Now is not the time for your petty jealousy. It's time to wear your big boy pants and admit that you were wrong about Sabrina and that she is a better human than you could ever be. Even the whole world knows that now. She can't even look my way. Am I that invincible to her now? Wait, they are leaving with Marcus and she is looking at me. This is my moment to talk to her. Time stops as I stare into her mesmerizing eyes and all I can see is a little joy and a lot of loathing but for whom? For me dummy. But anyways a man has to try. So as she was passing by me, I took the opportunity and hold her hand, with the flimsiest of hopes that she would look at me, just once and see the remorse in my eyes but she jerked her hand away so fast. And it was at that moment I knew she hated me with her very being, with every ounce of blood in her. I hadn't realized a tear rolled down my cheek because of her rejection. Damn! Rejection is brutal, a clear-cut sign of unworthiness and disgust. But I will not be discouraged until she tells me she doesn't want me, I will not stop chasing her and make her love me again. Let the chase begin.

My first stop was where I thought I could find her. That was her apartment. I drove there like I was being chased by a mad man. Within no time I was there. I knocked on her door severally as I implored her to give me even just a second to talk to her. Well, technically what I wanted to tell her wouldn't take a second. I knocked so desperately until one of her neighbors came out to see who was interfering with the peace of the neighborhood that late afternoon.

" Son, what is it? The beautiful lady no longer lives there. Her things were packed up by her brother two weeks ago when her jerk of a boyfriend accused her of murder. But the poor girl was raped. That bad man had to die." The woman said. I couldn't agree more. I was a jerk. So like a jealous boyfriend, I asked her to describe the supposed brother as I knew Sabbie had no brothers. Well, let's just say the description fits Marcus's persona. And I was furious with him the more. And as I held the steering wheel to Marcus's house, I was boiling with fury and anger. I couldn't help the murderous thoughts I had and the clenching and unclenching of my fists and knuckles. He was shining on my parade. Look at how first he stepped into my shoes in Sabbie's life.

I nearly knocked over his house. I run to his door and knocked on it. Mimi came out not pleased to see me at her boyfriend's house. So l calmed myself down but my mind was running a marathon so I blabbered what came out first. " Is Sabrina here?" Next, there was a cacophony of mad, angry words. Mimi replied, " why would she be here? What do you want to accuse her of this time? Huh! Robbery with violence? God! You disgust me. Get out of here! .." as she continued to hurl insults at me, Marcus came out and he wasn't happy to see me. The next thing I knew I was spiraling on the ground with a broken nose. The dude had just punched me. I guess I deserved that.

When I came to and stood up. I had never seen my best friend so furious with me. But I had to ask the one thing that was so important to me. " Is Sabrina here? I want to talk to her. " Marcus in all fury replied, " Seriously dude! After everything, you put her through? Now you want to talk to her. You're messed up. She's not here." Not there, then where could she be? Then Marcus hit me with a grenade. " She left! Where to I don't know. She couldn't stand being in this town anymore it reminds her more of bad things than good. She's gone!'

Well, when they say strength to stand fails someone, they really don't know what it means. I couldn't breathe and my muscles weren't coordinating well with my brain and I just sank on my knees like a bag of sand. The condition of my heart at that moment was unexplainable. Then it hit me. I made her leave. She hated me so much, she couldn't stand to be with me in the same town. She left. She's gone.