Clichè

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His hand brutally slapped my right cheek, so hard it threw me back on the bed. My head hit the headboard and it rattled, shaking the picture above. I groaned in pain, looking over at Harry, his face is pale and distant. I sat up, and grabbed a robe next to the bed table and tied it around my body. I stood at one side of the bed, him by the other and we stared at each other. "Jessi, I- I didn't-"

"We're fucking done." I said. I slipped on my previous outfit, and quickly walked around the room to grab all my items. I threw them all in my bag, and left them by the door. I grabbed my phone and purse, and walked out, slamming the door behind me. I walked down the hallway, my path blurred by unwanted tears. He hit me, because I didn't love him, he hit me. He hit me he hit me he hit me. Those words replaying over and over in my mind. I have never been in a relationship where he hit me, ever. He slapped me across my fucking face.

I went to a different hotel, far away from the in Harry was at. I already booked a flight back home, because I needed to get out of here. I need to get away from Harry, and this city. Harry is lucky I didn't fucking call the police on him. He hit me, and I had all the right to hit him back, but I resisted. Now I'm all alone, single and no friends, wow.

My flight home seemed 10 hours longer than the one to Chicago. When I got home, I literally threw myself on my bed and dropped all my stuff around me. My phone rang, again. Harry keeps calling me but I'm not answering to his "I'm sorry" and "I love you baby". It was all bullshit and something is fucking wrong with him if he thinks I'm going to let this slide. Now he is acting like it never happened, which he apparently never does. If I recall this whole "covering it up" thing started this fight! He is such a jerk! Tomorrow I actually had to go to work, and seeing Zayn wasn't exactly what I wanted at this moment.

"Jessi, glad to see you're back." Zayn yelled from behind the counter. I smiley weakly and went to hang up my purse in the break room. He followed me close behind. "So how are things?" He said. Oh my god did we not get through this whole thing? He is supposed to stay away from me, not talk to me. Wait, he can, I guess. Harry and I aren't dating.....

"I'm okay, thanks." I said. He smiled and walked over, embracing me in a hug. What was with him, being overly friendly?

"So how is Harry?" He said with smirk.

"We're not together." I said. He nodded and tried to fight back a smile.

"That's unfortunate,what happened?" He said.

"I don't really think it's any of your business." I laughed. He shrugged in agreement and lead me back to the counter. "How have you been?" I asked.

"Great, everything here has been pretty slow, I've missed you." He said. I can't say I've missed him too, the break was nice but Harry ruined that experience. "You look really good." I looked up and gave him a confused look.

"Uh, thanks." I mumbled, grinning but looking down at the tile. He just kept smiling, looking at me, then smiling. He was never like this, and I knew something was up. "What is wrong with you today?" I laughed. He gave me a confused look, "I'm fine, just glad you're back." I didn't buy that for a minute.

"Bullshit what's up with you, all giddy?"

"I may be a little happy that you and Harry are done." He admitted. I couldn't blame him, I knew he really liked me, but I wasn't ready to get in a relationship. I rolled my eyes and lighted slightly.

"Seriously?" I asked

"Yup." He said, popping the p.

Suddenly, I heard glass shattering, hitting the tile floor. A brick with a letter, left on the floor. I ran to get it. In chalk it said, "Watch your back." I look out and saw the one and only Gill Travis, driving away in his slug bug.