Happily Never After || Sequel to Our Differences (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two ~ Let You Go

"Can you please move?" I asked.

"Kathryn, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked, ignoring my request of him moving out of my way. When I tried to move past him, he blocked me with an arm. I sighed.

"Why do you want to talk to me, Jon?"

"If you come with me, I'll explain that. I'll leave you alone after this, I promise." He said.

"Fine. You have five minutes."

Jon led me to an empty room. Abandoned? I don't know, but it had really nothing in it except a few empty cardboard boxes which were scattered around. I sigh once again. "Was taking me in here really necessary?" I ask, with a tiny bit of an attitude. Jon looks at me like I'm crazy, and I glare at him, causing him to chuckle as he shuts the door.

It wasn't anything to laugh about, but okay.

"No, it wasn't, but I don't know my way around this place and I went in whatever room I could bring you in."

"Sounds like kidnapping." I say, looking at the floor.

"How?" Jon asks.

"Well, when you say, 'I went in whatever room I could bring you in,'" I stop and shrug, then I continue talking. "It sounds like you're kidnapping me."

He chuckles again and says, "I would never do that."

"Yeah, sure." I say quietly.

Jon senses the change of ton in my voice. "What's wrong?"

I look at him. "Well, you already fucking raped me and beat me. What's next? You're gonna lock me in this room so no one can find me?" I say, raising my voice.

"Kathryn, stop. You know how sorry I am-"

Bullshit.

I take this as an opportunity to cut him off. "How sorry you are? I know how sorry you are? No, I really don't because you haven't done anything to prove to me how fucking sorry you are." I tell him.

"Kathryn, please. I didn't come in here to fight with you." He pleaded.

I roll my eyes. "Get on with it, then, so I can get the fuck out of here."

He sighs. "I brought you in here because I think it would be best if we could be friends . . . nothing more and nothing less."

I thought. If Jon and I became friends, I'd have to eat with him, go places with him, and talk to him! I don't think I could do that. I'm trying to get ride of the feelings I have for Jon. If I become his friend and hang out with him, the love that I still have for him will grow stronger. It can't happen. It can't happen!

Whoa, Kathryn. You're over-thinking it again. Just calm down.

I sigh. "No, Jon. I don't think we can be friends." I tell him.

"Kathryn, c'mon-"

"No, Jon!" I yell. I glare at him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but then shuts it.

After seconds filled with silence, he finally speaks up. "Why?" He asks with a tone of irritation in his voice.

"Because-" I start, but I can't seem to finish. I try speaking, but the words don't have the strength to come out of my mouth. I stand there for a moment, trying to collect all my thoughts and put them in order. Jon is patiently waiting. I take a moment before I speak. "Because I-I'm scared that my love for you is going t-to grow st-stronger. I-It sounds cheesy b-but I don't c-care." I say, trying to stay calm, but I can't. My heart is beating fast and the thoughts are spinning in my head. I hear Jon come over to me and wrap his arms around me, trying to comfort me.

Fucking ass hole is just trying to make my love for him stronger, isn't he?

"It's okay, Kathryn." He says calmly.

"N-No, it's not. I st-still love and c-care about you even after what h-happened." I stutter.

Jon lifts my face up so our eyes meet once again.

Don't you dare, Kathryn. Close your goddamn eyes right now.

But I couldn't close my eyes.

Just looking into his eyes could bring back all the great memories we've shared together. Looking into his eyes can make me feel whole. I don't want to, but I have to let him go.

I push Jon away from me, and walk out of the room, ignoring Jon calling my name.

As I walk to the Diva's Locker Room with my eyes glued to the floor, I don't pay any attention as to who I'm running into. I look up and see a very familiar blonde-haired, muscular man.

"Hey, Nick." I say quietly while smiling up at him.

"Someone looks like they need a hug." He says, giving me and pouty face.

I nod and wrap my arms around him. I lean my head against his muscular chest and sigh.

"Are you okay?" I hear Nick ask. I just simply nod in response to his question.

"I missed you." I tell him. I feel his breathing stop for a few seconds.

"I missed you, too, even though I talked to you before your match." He says, letting us break apart from the hug. "Where are you going now?"

"The Locker Room, and then I'll probably eat something and go to the hotel."

"Hop on my back and I'll take you to the locker room." He says, turning around and bending down so I could jump on his back, which I did.

We go down the hall to my destination, and on the way there, I see Jon on his phone by himself. When he looks up at me and Nick as we are passing by, his straight face turns into a frown. My smiles wipes off my face instantly.

I look at Nick to see if his head is turned, but he's looking straight ahead.

I look back to the spot where Jon was . . .

But he's not there anymore.