TRAPPED | Trent Alexander Arnold

Chapter 33 - meddler

Kylie

"Ugh!" I groaned out of frustration as I kept on sniffing and trying my best to keep the tears from rolling down my cheeks but nothing was working, I was still very much crying and to make it worse, I could not stop looking at myself in the mirror.

"He doesn't....he doesn't deserve your tears, so just stop....please," I told the girl in the mirror, and again, bursted into tears, which frustrated me once again and made me throw one of my favorite Miss Dior perfumes at the mirror, making it break into tiny pieces.

Break, multiply, all I know is, shattered pieces of it were on the floor, just like my heart.

I still find it hard to believe that Jadon actually did that to me, my Jadon? My baby Sancho? I never knew he had this terrible side of diving into his own conclusions and not letting someone explain...okay maybe I did, but I guess I didn't know it was this serious. He wouldn't let you say shit and he won't shut his mouth up, he's gonna keep saying all sorts of nonsense that comes to his mind and then walk away like nothing ever happened afterwards, and I hate that, I hate being misjudged and on top of that, not given the chance to say a word. That's like beating me up with an electric wire and forcing me to smile all through and not cry despite the pain on my body.

You know what hurt me the most? The fact that he actually thinks I would ever even think of cheating on him, that too with Trent, I genuinely thought he loved and trusted me more than that but clearly I was wrong, there's so much doubt and insecurities inside his heart, which overshadowed the love he has, or better yet, HAD for me.

He's been away for so long, he never called me or anything, I was always the one doing that but I never cared, because all I wanted was to hear his voice and know that he's okay. Not a single thought about him doing something shady ever crossed my mind, and even if it tried to, I would've never allowed it to be comfortable in my head because I believed that he would never do anything to hurt me. Apart from that, he hopped on a plane from Germany to England just to break up with me despite the fact that he has a very important match the next day, but he couldn't do the same during the weekend when I called him, crying and begging him to come see me for at least a day because of how much I was missing him.

I just...I don't even know the type of English to speak. I'm not even mad or sad anymore, what's going on in my chest has absolutely no name, it's far beyond the laws of chemistry and physics we know.

I was snapped out of my thought when I heard a knock on my door, which made me hiss and shut my eyes tight to avoid saying and or doing something I totally should not.

"Ruby! What part of go away did you not understand?!" I yelled as loud as I could from the bed, but no answer, just another annoying knock on the door.

She won't give up, and I know she's doing it to annoy me, so I had no other choice but to get up and go see what she wants.

"Ruby I told you I don't want to see anyone right now just leave me alo-" I stopped abruptly after seeing who was at the bedroom door.

The regret and remorse on his face was so visible that it actually affected his features, he looked so guilty and sad that he couldn't even look into my eyes, he was just looking at his brown Nike sneakers and playing with his fingers, all in the attempt of avoiding eye contact with me. I on the other hand didn't know how to feel, yes of course I wanted to slap him and send him away but I couldn't get myself to do that, I was just frozen, staring at him and patiently waiting for him to say something while my heart and mind argue over how cute he looked.

"Uh...hey," he said after a while, making me raise an eyebrow with my tears stained face.

"Really?" I stared at him in disbelief.