Choices

18

My heart is thumping in my chest as the two continue to shout at each other over God knows what.

I shove open the door and slam it behind me. The voices instantly stop.

I walk into the living room slowly and I see the two sending daggers at each other from across the room. "What the fuck is going on?" I tense my arms and look at my brother first.

"Nothing, just had a little argument." Sam tells me and I shake my head.

"Don't give me that bullshit, Sam, you two were just screaming at each other. Jack, you got anything to say?" I turn my glare to him and he looks so guilty.

"He started it, he wouldn't turn his game down whilst I was watching telly."

I roll my eyes and look at Sam. "Is this true?"

He nods slowly and crosses his arms. "He came into my room and shouted at me to turn it down. I said give me a minute so he waited there, I told him to get out of my room and that I will turn it down in a minute but he ended up switching the PlayStation off by the plug so now I am pretty sure he has corrupted the data badly." Sam explains and the upset in his eyes is evident.

I shake my head again and focus on Jack in disbelief. "Do you know what you sound like right now, Jack? A fucking five year old."

"Hang on, he started it..."

"No, listen to yourself, I don't care who started it but you are twenty one, an adult and look at what you are doing to this fourteen year old kid. You threw a tantrum and turned it off all because he wouldn't turn it down the second you wanted him to."

"Yeah well he also told me that I am not good enough for you and that..."

"Jack, shut up. For once in your fucking life just shut up. Take a minute and listen to yourself, you sound like a child. He said this, he said that, but he started it..."

"Don't fucking mock me." Jack takes a step closer to me and I look at him dead in the eyes.

"Stop acting like a child."

"You stop acting like a fucking bitch, all the time I get nagged by you. Do this or do that. Don't drink at the party..."

"Hang on, you are the one who said that they wasn't going to drink at the party so don't you try and blame that on me."

"Oh come on, don't act like you wasn't petty when that happened. Oh you told me you weren't going to drink let me just go cry to Kylian Mbappe."

I take a step closer to him and point my finger at him. "How dare you say his name, you have no right. He has been there for me more in two months more that you have been for me this past year."

"You are a dirty little bastard."

"Hey, do not talk to my sister like that." Sam pipes up and comes and stands in front of me.

"Piss off, kid, this is between me and your sister." He shoves my younger brother away from me and Sam stumbles over the sofa onto the floor.

"You cunt!" I push Jack hard in the chest but I get shoved back.

I fall to the ground as his push is too powerful for me. "Don't you fucking touch me." My so-called boyfriend spits at me.

Tears begin to fall as I get back onto my feet. "I am done Jack. I am so done with this bullshit. I am so done with feeling like I am nothing to you. I am done with feeling like I am the only one trying. I am so fucking done with you." The tears stream down my cheeks and I choke on my words.

"Why?" His voice is now quiet and his fists are clenched by his sides. The emotion is his eyes portraying regret and his shoulders tensed up high.

There is a silence between us and Sam gets back up from the rug on the living room floor. "Because, Jack, I don't love you anymore."

I have said it. I have said the five words that I have wanted to say for a long time. "This is because of that footballer isn't it...I have seen the way he looks at you, Liv...the way you look at him. That dinner, he couldn't stop looking at you, and you, you couldn't stop looking at him..."

"Jack no..."

"You can't deny this, Olivia, you fucking have betrayed me for a fucking footballer. Am I not enough? Is that it? I am not enough for you, do I not give you things, did I not bring you into this apartment when you needed it?"

"You did Jack...but I am not in love with you...I don't feel that way about you anymore." I choke more and more on my words as he gets closer to me, my heart is hurting and I can see the hurt in his own blue eyes.

"For fuck sake, Olivia! Do you not understand what you are doing to me? These past three years I have helped you, cared for you, loved you..."

"You haven't loved me, Jack, you have been in love with the thought of having a girlfriend. The thought of having someone to care for. You love me because of what you get out of me, you don't love me for who I am."

"Tell me, and I want you to be honest with me, tell me that you haven't done anything with that footballer."

I avert his gaze and I get a sick feeling in my stomach. No words are able to get out of my mouth as I know the truth will mean that Jack's heart is going to get broken.

"Fucking hell, Olivia! You are such a fucking whore! When? When did it happen?"

I shake my head still not looking him dead in the eye. "Christmas." I whimper.

"There we go," He begins clapping in my face mockingly and more tears spill. "There you were giving me a lecture on loyalty a month ago, now look at you. Fucking cheating on me with a footballer! You are such a slut, you are so fucking selfish and a hypocrite, such a fucking whore!"

That's when I feel it.

A fist connecting with my left cheek. Everything seems to go into slow-motion and the pain is unbearable. I fall back onto the floor clutching my face with my hands.

Warm liquid trickles down onto my lip and I realise it is blood from my nose.

Complete shock stuns me.

"Liv!" My brother screams and Jack takes a couple of steps back clearly also disbelief at what he just did.

I get back onto my feet and get right into his face. "You are a cunt, and I am glad to say this is the last time that you are ever gonna see me because I am done. I am packing my bags and taking my brother to live with me elsewhere. You are such a fucking cunt." I prod my finger into his chest before grabbing Sam.

I push him off into his room to begin packing his things and I go into my own.

Through tears I throw all of my shit into boxes and suitcases. The blood now dried against the skin on my face and I can feel my cheek swelling with a bruise forming near my left eye.

I cannot believe that, that just happened. He just hit me. He just fucking hit me.

I have no idea what to do right now. Part of me wants to call Kylian but the other part of me feels guilty if I do.

I don't know what to do, who to call.

I feel like my life is over.

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Hi guys,

I am not very good at writing arguments but I tried my best. Bit of a dramatic chapter but I hope you enjoyed.

See you Wednesday,

Daisy xxx