"How could you do this to my family?" Jacob yelled at Aly as she walked down the hall towards him. He stood in the doorway, blocking entry to her room, with a mix of anger and pain so visible on his face, that it hurt her to see. In that moment she knew she loved him. She knew because more than anything else, his believing that she could do this, ripped her heart out.
"Jacob?" She asked in a voice too quiet to have been hers. "You believe it too? I don't know why I thought you couldn't shock me anymore." She stood there in front of him searching his eyes for a hint that he might believe her.
He shook with anger. "Shock you? Shock you? I couldn't be more shocked by you Aly. I never would have thought you do this. What is it? Was it for money? No, it can't be that, you come from plenty of money. Were you not happy with the level of celebrity we were providing you?" He dropped his eyes from hers and his shoulders slumped just a little. "How could you hurt us, how could you hurt Andrew like this?"
In any other circumstance seeing him like this, so raw, so vulnerable, she would have rushed at him and pulled him into her arms to try and make it better. Now, it was unbearable. Even though she could see in his eyes the pain and betrayal that was causing him to say such terrible things, she couldn't take another moment. "Jacob, please move," she asked, that unfamiliar quiet voice returning.
He raised his eyes to hers again and parted his lips as if preparing to say something else. Without a word, he dropped his arm and walked down the hall, away from her.
She struggled to slide the card into the door, the tears lining up to fall were blocking her vision. "Come on, come on," she said to the lock. Two more attempts and the heavy door swung open into her room. She took a few steps into the room to clear the door, then pushed back on it with her full weight to close it. As soon as she heard the click, she sunk to the floor in sobs.