Crystal Clear

Chapter Nineteen

PART 2

7 Months Earlier

"Shut up and get out of my life, I don't want to hear your worthless excuse as an apology!" I scream, infuriated that he keeps coming back even after all the pain he's caused me.

"Listen, Crystal, she means NOTHING to me, you are my everything," he says in a sweet voice from the other side of the door.

"Go AHEAD AND KISS HER! I hope she bites your lip and you choke on the blood!" I cry through the door.

"Crystal, I LOVE you!" he's telling me in his most charismatic voice there is.

"Don't tell me you love me, then tell her the same!" I shout hoarsely.

"Baby, come on. Open up the door, please, for me." He begs. I open it a crack. Just so I could see the deceit in his eyes.

"I deserve better than this, Tony, better than this crap you're giving me," I spit at him, tears and mascara running down my cheeks. I feel as if I lost my heart and misplaced my pulse. Apparently I left my beating heart in the wrong hands. He hurt me, I feel like I'm punched in the stomach, gasping for air. Like I was on the soccer field and the ball came flying into my stomach knocking the wind out of me. Except this was done by the man I loved, on purpose. It was the worst feeling ever, that I could possibly ever imagine.

"I—I never even THOUGHT you'd be the one to treat me this way... I cannot believe that I actually thought you CARED about me. And that you really wanted to be with me. I see now, how wrong I was and how right everyone else is," I tell him, choking on the last sentence, admitting my defeat. Everyone knows he's a player.

Everyone thinks I'm over-reacting. As if I should have been expecting this. But what everyone doesn't seem to understand, is how much of my life he really was. He was more to me than some relationship. We knew each other since forever. He was my everything.

"I do, I love you," he pleads.

"On your mark, get set, go away!" I scream, pushing the door shut in his face. I lock it.

"I'm not leaving you. I'm staying here until you get out of the bathroom," he decides.

"I'm calling the police!" I threaten, reaching for my cell phone that is on the counter of the bathroom.

"You wouldn't... Crystal!" he's banging on the door now. I dial 911. There were cops at my house in a matter of minutes.

They arrest him on counts of "trespassing" and so that went down... er, smoothly. It's just so sad. I wish I never met Tony. I should've listened to my friends. He's the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. The worst person that's been in my life so far, apart from my dad. And the way he makes me feel about him is crazy. I've never felt this way about any other guy ever. And nothing hurts more than to realize that he was everything to you, while you were nothing to him.

What do you do when the only one who can make you STOP crying is the one who made you cry?