After Sem randomly disappeared into the bathroom, which is weird cause, he normally stays in bed for like two more hours. I've gotten the need to push myself to get up too, not that quick, but quick enough to find myself at the side of the bed. my legs hanging off the edge while I'm rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes. I take a few deep breaths, hoping to not be met with the darkness that forms in front of my eyes when I stand up.
I could hear the water running inside the bathroom; it could be heard pretty well since the walls aren't that thick, and the bathroom is directly connected to our bedroom. It made me push myself to do something 'useful' like packing our suitcases. Knowing that it won't fill itself and that Sem has probably already forgotten about it.
So that's what I did. I made my way to the closet only to pull the doors open and get two of our suitcases out of there. Sem's sister, also my good friend, is getting married, and sem and I are invited. The only problem is that they live in Los Angeles, and we are here living in Canada. This isn't that much of a deal, but it makes us leave no other choice than to catch a plane. Which is absolutely great for my fear of flying.
I took care of almost everything since Sem always finds a way out of there and someone has to do it, someone, who isn't Sem. Don't get me wrong, I love him with my whole heart... But if you give him a task, he either passes it on to me or he just won't do it. This leads me to arrange the plane tickets, pack our suitcases, get a place to stay, economics, and even take care of the gifts. Which, I don't need to do right now, because he said he handled it. Do I believe him? No. But they say that trust is the most important thing in a relationship, so I have to.
I grabbed a couple of stacks full of clothes, one for Sem and one for myself. I placed them neatly next to each other, both in our own suitcases, before some other things made their way in there. It didn't take me very long to get everything in their case before I knew it; both the suitcases were terribly full and mad heavy. I quickly made sure not to leave any clothes or any stuff behind and even straightened the bed sheets since Sem literally hates it when something is just laying on the floor or not placed straight.
I grabbed both of the suitcases by the handles and tilted them outside the room. Before slamming the door shut by accident, one of the suitcases almost fell off the stairs. I got a hold of it just in time and struggled to get both of them down the stairs, but I succeeded. I guess I have to be lucky that no one saw it, cause that would be pure embarrassment.
I dragged the suitcases to the front door, only to place them at the side so we won't forget them when we are off. but at that very moment, Sem walked down the stairs. His eyes widened as he saw me standing there with two suitcases. I think he has the wrong idea... Were tears forming in his eyes, or are they just water drops dropping off his wet hair? I got the answer shortly after because he made his way towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder, which made me slightly flinch. ''Brooklynn?..'' he says in a soft tone. I didn't expect him to actually start crying in front of me, but it seems like he did. ''Brooklynn, baby.. please. I-I'm sorry, I'll change, please- please.. don't leave--'' he mumbles those words holding his breath while a couple of tears leave the corner of his eyes. His grip tightened on my shoulder as if he was so afraid that I was gonna walk out of that door any second. I've never seen him like this before. Realization hit. These were his fake manipulated tears.
''Sem..'' i mumble, my eyes widened while staring at him making an act about it. ''No- I'll do more for us; I'll fight for us if needed, but please, Brooke. Don't leave..''
What was I supposed to do, or say? Sem believes that i'll walk out that door any second now, but does he really? I bet he knows that i can't cause i'm frozen in place. I couldn't bring myself to walk out that door and never return. And he very well knows it. And that let me to say something I never thought I had the balls for.
''On one condition Sem..'' He looked at me with pleading eyes, biting his lip like he was nervous. ''Anything sweetheart..'' I push his hand away from my shoulder before looking him dead in the eye. ''We'll be seeing a therapist.''
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Met You When I Was Sixteen
RomanceBrooklynn Delacruz, a 21-year-old girl who has been together with Sem Fisher since high school. They were known as the perfect ''Highschool sweethearts'' and as much as they hate to admit it, or at least Brooklynn, they were right. Until young adul...