Good Things Fall Apart

SMILE AGAIN

BRENDON'S POV:

"What the fuck is she doing here?! You have some fucking nerve, Weekes."

I wake from Tyler's shouting. It was early morning from the lack of light coming through the curtains and the darkened sky. What the fuck is he doing here so early and with her?

"Just let me explain myself!" Dallon spat back.

I can tell this is going to escalate in the next 2.5 seconds, and I certainly don't care what Dallon has to say. I'm done with his excuses. I've been through all of this before and all of the feasible explanations. I don't want to hear any more of them. Everything will be fine for a few months, maybe weeks at this point, and then it will just go back to the misery. I can't understand why Dallon keeps coming back if he's not happy with Rylee and me. Is it some type of enjoyment that he gets by seeing me hurt?

I roll over to find my phone to check the time, but then I remember that it was thrown out of the window while I drove down the highway last night.

"Why do you need to explain anything? You were in bed with your ex while your fiance was in the fucking house taking care of your kids!"

I can tell Tyler was about to get physical with this, and I get out of bed to wake up Rylee. It was a weekday and she still had school. I won't make her miss it because of our issues.

"Because I didn't do anything wrong!" Dallon spat back.

Sleeping next to someone was never a bad thing. It didn't seem like they had sex, but I can never tell. I can't trust either of them.

Rylee was already awake and didn't seem too phased by the yelling. She agreed to get dressed in the bathroom and meet me by the front door when she was finished. I change in the spare bedroom, choosing black jeans, a plain white t-shirt, boots, and my leather jacket. I grab my keys and wallet before walking right past Dallon and ignoring his presence as he did to me for almost a week. What can I say? I'm a petty bitch. Dallon tries to grab my wrist but I quickly shake him off, silently saying 'don't fucking touch me.' It was hard because I still miss him despite what he has put me through. I always have and always will. I hate the way I always miss him.

I walk into the kitchen and grab a to-go mug and pour some coffee, add too much sugar for any normal human, and some creamer. "Come on, Ry! we gotta get going if you don't wanna be late!" I yell over my shoulder while I close the lid. I pretended that Dallon and Breezy aren't even here like it's a normal fucking day at home. Without Dallon.

"Coming daddy!" Rylee runs into the living room wearing a smile and one of her favorite dresses, shoes on her feet, and her backpack already on her shoulders. Her smile fades when her eyes find Dallon and they fall to the floor. "Hi." She mumbles and walks past Dallon and Breezy. She didn't know what was going on between the two of us, but she was mad that Dallon chose Breezy and Knox over her.

Dallon has hurt me far too many times for me to honestly care at this point. He has made it clear that I no longer make him happy. In retrospect, have I ever made him happy? I gave him the best years of my life, and for what, to be continuously hurt and to be humiliated because he cheated? I feel so fucking angry and betrayed. Dallon promised me that he wouldn't do this shit again. I guess promises are meant to be broken by the insufferable.

I felt so alone when I was with him at the beginning of our relationship and now my heart is frozen because I don't feel anything.