The start of your relationship was amazing. He always bought you flowers, took you on romantic dates, even surprising you at work sometimes.
But as the months went on all of those sweet gestures quickly ended. He started to ignore you, coming home at late hours, and when he finally did come home he smelled of a woman's perfume.
He always thought you didn't notice, but you did. Surely you wanted to confront him, yell at him. But you couldn't. You wanted to believe that he still cared about you the way you cared about him.
It was now Friday night, and you were up late, again waiting for Vinnie to come home. You tried to think the best, and not hope that he was out doing something he shouldn't be.
Just as you were about to give up on waiting, you heard keys jiggling and the door opening. Soon after, Vinnie walked through the door, brushing past you not even acknowledging your presence.
"Where in the world have you been Vinnie, it's 3:00 in the morning." You asked, preparing yourself for the worst.
"I was out Y/n, that's all you need to know. What I do doesn't concern you." He mumbled while changing into some grey sweats.
"Doesn't concern me?" You echoed, not even believing what you were hearing. "I'm your fucking girlfriend Vinnie, I deserve to know why you've come home at 3am for the past almost 3 weeks." You spoke trying to contain yourself from crying in front of your boyfriend of 1 year.
"Yeah it doesn't, I'm 19 years old, I don't need you breathing over my shoulder like some helicopter mom." Vinnie spoke, starting to get agitated with you.
You looked at him in disbelief, almost not believing what he was telling you. "Are you cheating on me?" You asked in a shaky voice.
You had seen all the messages on girls he would call 'friends'. You noticed how he wouldn't touch you anymore. You noticed how he would quickly shut off his phone every time you approached him. You noticed all of it
"What the fuck are you talking about Y/n, why the hell are you accusing me of cheating." Vinnie was furious, yet he didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that after months of lying he was finally abou to get caught.
"You're acting like I don't see all those girls you talk to Vinnie, or how late you come back, hell you haven't even said you loved me in fucking months." You cried, finally letting out your emotions to him instead of crying yourself to sleep in an empty bed.
"You're being crazy Y/n, you do this all the time. I'm sorry that you're insecure about yourself, but don't put that shit on me."
He always did this. He always manipulated his way out of the situation. Always told you it was your fault.
But you always believed it. You always fell back into his trap, because he was all you had. You didn't have any family. No friends. Just him.
You always mentaly blamed your relationship on him, but truly it was your fault for always believing him.
"I don't know why you keep doing this Y/n. No one wants to deal with a crazy girlfriend that constantly accuses them of things. This is about you, not me." He ranted trying to make it seem as believable as possible. But that was never a struggle for Vinnie. He was always good at getting himself out of trouble.
Truth is Vinnie had been cheating. It had been going on for a while now, about 3 months to be exact.
He didn't know why he was doing what he was doing. He had an amazing girlfriend. One that took care of him, and loved him. But he was bored. Seeing all of his friends hooking up with random girls at the club, he wanted that. But he also wanted the comfort of a relationship.
He knew you didn't deserve this. He knew it. But that didn't overpower the selfishness inside him to keep leading you on.
"I wouldn't do that to you baby, you know that." He whispered, pulling you into a hug, that 4 months ago would have been soft, and comforting. But now I felt cold, and unfamiliar.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, immediately inhaling the scent of another woman's perfume.
You didn't know how long this would go on, but one thing both of you knew was that Vinnie had you wrapped around his finger, and there was nothing you could do about it.
