𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➳ 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝟐𝟗. 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

I'm in Boston now, staying with Chris for the weekend. What he doesn't know yet, is that I quit my job before I got here. I earned more than enough money through my work and some photo shoots, more than enough to take care of myself in the future.

All I want, is to be with Chris. He makes me feel happy, and I keep falling in love with him over and over again every single day. I've never been happier in my life, and I know that this is it. This is my future, he is my future.

We're in bed together, and Chris is already asleep. I can't fall asleep just yet, I keep thinking about all the apartments I viewed in Boston in the past few weeks. I'm desperately looking for an apartment here, because the 4 hour distance is driving me crazy.

I just want to be able to be close to him every day, instead of having to driver for 4 hours if we both have time. My coworkers were very supportive of the decision I made for myself, they sent me all their love and wishes me good luck.

I silently sigh, slowly get out of Chris' gently grip and get out of bed. I walk out of the bedroom, walk over to the dinner table and sit down with my laptop in front of me.

I look for apartments and houses for myself for about an hour, until I hear someone walking up to me from behind. I quickly close the laptop and turn around, hoping that he didn't see anything.

I start breathing heavily, my hands start shaking and I look right into his eyes. Maybe he doesn't want me to move to Boston, I don't want him to get angry at me...

"Are you alright, baby?" he silently asks, running his hand through messy hair while he looks back at me with sleepy eyes, also looking like he feels sick. "No! No, not at all, it's all good, go back to sleep honey" I nervously reply, smiling at him.

"You sure? You seem pretty upset" he sighs, walking over to me now. "I'm not upset, I'm okay! You should go back to sleep, you're tired" I add, but he frowns. "Is there something you don't want me to see?" he asks, pointing at the laptop in front of me.

"Oh, um... N-no, there's nothing on there" I reply, placing my hands on it so that he can't open it. "You can tell me everything, you know that right?" he says, so I nod my head with a smile and kiss his cheek.

"Talk to me, baby" Chris says again, looking right into my eyes, looking really concerned about me. "Go back to sleep" I reply, standing up and walking over to the kitchen.

I can hear him sigh, and his eyes follow me to the kitchen. Soon after that, Chris also stands up and walks over to me. "Just tell me what's going on, Amelia" he says, a little louder this time.

"Seriously, I'm just fine! There's nothing going on, I just couldn't sleep" I sigh, preparing myself a cup of tea. "You're lying to me, tell me what's going on" he adds, making me turn around by taking my arm.

"Chris, I'm not ly-" I try to reply, but he interrupts me. "Then why did you close the laptop like that? If there's someone else, just tell me. Don't hide it from me, just fucking tell me!" he exclaims, almost yelling at me now.

"Shh, it's 3am, don't raise your voice like that please" I say, frowning a little. "So there is someone else?" he asks, still talking loudly. "Ofcourse there isn't, don't be silly" I giggle, trying to keep this conversation nice.

"That's all you have to say to me right now? 'Don't be silly'? For fuck's sake, Amelia!" he shouts, here we go... "There's no one else, Chris. Why would that even come to your mind?" I ask, keeping a normal volume.

"Why do you fucking think it does? You slammed that laptop shut when you heard me walking up to you, you're waking up in the middle of the night every time and you look pretty fucking distracted if you ask me!" Chris shouts again, taking a step closer to me.

I look into his eyes, and see that he's really getting mad right now. I silently sigh, place my hand on his cheek and softly smile. "It's just-" I try to explain, but he interrupts me by pushing my hand away without breaking eye contact.

"It's just what?! Fucking tell me, Amelia!" he shouts, while my eyes tear up. "You don't seriously think that I'm cheating on you, do you?" I silently ask, feeling a tear rolling down my cheek.

"Yeah, I do . Now tell me who the fuck this guy is!" he adds, still shouting while I try to stay calm. "There is no-" I try to reply again, but no, he interrupts me.

"Fucking bullshit! Tell me who the fuck it is, right now!" he shouts, moving his hand a little which makes me flinch. I look up, right into his eyes and totally freeze.

"TELL ME!" he shouts even louder this time, making me flinch again. He just stands there, looking right into my eyes with the most angry look I've ever seen on him, his hands on both sides of the kitchen counter I'm leaning against.

"P... Pl..." I stutter a few times with a shivering voice, seeing images from the past all over again in my head. "P, what?! What's his fucking name?!" Chris loudly asks, while I start shaking.

"P-Please..." I stutter, only thinking about my ex-boyfriend right now. Slowly, I think he starts to realize what he's doing. He slowly stops frowning, but keeps looking at me.

I look back at him, shake my head, push his arms away and walk towards the bedroom. I grab my phone from the nightstand, take my keys with me and tell Cap to come with me too.

I put on my jeans and a comfortable sweater, wiping away the tears that keep rolling down my cheeks and walk out of the bedroom again. I have to go, I can't stay here tonight.

It sucks, but Chris and I have had a few fights in the past 2 months. I don't know what it is, maybe it's just because we're both stressed out, but for now, I have to get out of here.

Chris is sitting on the couch, with two cups of tea on the table. He looks back when he hears me, but I'm not looking at him. I grab my shoes, quickly put them on as well as my jacket.

"What are you doing?" Chris asks, still sitting there while I tie my shoelaces. "Baby, where are you going?" he asks again, standing up now. I silently sigh, open the front door and walk out.

Before I can close the door behind me, Chris gets there. He looks at me, frowns a little and tears up. "What are you doing?" he asks, gently taking my hand now as I look back into his eyes.

"We need a break" I reply, trying my best not to cry my eyes out. "What? No, we don't need a-" he adds, but I interrupt him. "I'm tired of all the fighting, Chris! We need a break, I'm sorry, but we really do" I loudly tell, while tears roll down my cheeks again.

He shakes his head, and also starts crying now. "No... No, please don't, please don't leave, Am, please don't leave me" he quickly says, looking right into my eyes.