The Way You Don't Look At Me

Chapter 28 - The Way You Don't Look At Me

Chloe: you can't ignore what happened forever. You can't just fuck me and then get mad at ME for YOUR fuck up.

Chloe: she's going to find out, Demi. And if you don't tell her, I will.

Chloe: but don't go trying to ruin MY rep when you're the one who told me you were single when we did it.

I just stared at the messages that were now engraved in my mind. I kept starting at the screen, even when I couldn't read the messages anymore because my vision was now blocked my tears.

"Hey baby, so I was gonna make chicken nuggets but I guess we-"

Demi said walking into the room but stopped at the door. "Baby, what wrong?" They said concerned.

I looked up and met the eyes of the person I loved most in the world, but who also just broke me into a million pieces.

"I- I thought it was Madison." I said quietly. Demi's face went from confusion, to complete clarity and fear.

"Oh my god." They said and walked over and took their phone, reading the messages I had just read.

"Jade-"

"I thought it was Madison." I said quietly.

Before they could try talking again, I felt everything in my stomach start to come up. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, and ran to the bathroom.

I found myself on the floor and vomiting profusely into the toilet, with tears still streaming down my face and my body shaking.

While vomiting, I felt Demi's hand on my back, rubbing it softly as they tried to grab my hair as well.

I quickly pushed their arm away, as the last bit of food in my system was now out. "Do NOT fucking touching me." I said. Demi quietly stood up and backup towards the door.

I flushed the toilet and rinsed my face, brushing my teeth right after. My eyes were already red and puffy, I was scared to know what was going to happen next.

Demi was sitting on our bed, looking at the floor. I slowly walked in and saw them look up at me.

"Jade, please listen to me-"

"When?"

Demi looked at me confused. "When?"

"When did this happen?" I asked, my voice breaking but anger filling up.

Demi sighed and looked at the floor. "The day before you made that post about missing me."

I couldn't do anything but just stare at Demi for what I just heard.

"Baby it didn't mean anything."

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Oh yeah, okay. Because that just makes this so much better."

"Look I know you're upset and you have every right to be-"

"No, you're right. I do. You FUCKED someone, Demi! You fucked another girl while I was here dying everyday because I thought it was going to lose you. And I was fucking right." I said, and walked over to our closet where I started pulling out a suitcase.

"You didn't lose me." Demi said, tears starting to form.

"No, you see because I did. I lost you the SECOND you went on that plane. And I should've fucking known." I said throwing my clothes into the suitcase. I put my hands on either side of it for a moment before I began to laugh, with tears streaming down my face.

"Every time." I said looking up, making eye context with Demi. Demi gulped and looked down, knowing exactly what I meant.

"Every time I think I'm going to be happy. I either get cheated on or left for some one else. Every time. Five times in a row now, actually."