finding me while loving you

part 25

Grace's POV

"You're not fucking listening, Demi!" I raised my voice, feeling frustrated that this conversation isn't getting anywhere.

"You're not listening, either. You aren't even trying to see my side of it."

"Demi, I've apologized for not telling you about Erica a million times. I don't know what else to say about it. I can't change it now."

I ran my fingers through my hair, just wanting us to move on from this, but Demi wasn't letting up.

"I know you can't change it. I just want you to think about how it made me feel seeing you so giggly and happy around somebody you used to let eat your fucking pussy!" Demi screamed, and I didn't react. I was so over this fight, and I was so over hearing about Erica.

I laid back on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Tears started pouring out of my eyes. Not cause I'm upset, but I'm all of it. I'm angry, frustrated, upset, and over this fight.

"Don't do the water works. That's not fair." Demi spit out.

I just sighed, continuing to cry. I love this girl with everything in me, but fuck is she stubborn.

"Grace, st-"

"But you left, Demi."

"What?"

"You left! You flew across the fucking country instead of just communicating about it."

"I needed space, Grace."

"Okay, Demi, you could've slept in the next room. You could've gotten a hotel. You could've done anything but fly back home but that's what you decided to do. You left me like I was nothing."

"You hurt me, Grace-"

"Yeah, I know. I know it was shitty of me to not tell you what happened with Erica and I. But it was years ago! We were kids. She's married and she has a baby on the way. I can't help that we work together. I can't help that we have fun together. We've known each other years. We worked every single day together during the prime of the pandemic. We've experienced so many traumatic things together working in the field that we do. But we aren't 17 anymore. We aren't experimenting with each other anymore. For fucks safe, her wife came up to our work to drop her off lunch."

"Grace-" Demi tried to talk, but I kept going.

"I called you on my lunch break. I texted you whenever I could. Demi, I'm public with you on social media. Everybody in this god damn world knows that I'm dating you. You really have such little trust in me that you think I'm picking up shifts at my nursing home job to go fuck Erica?!" I screamed out the last part, all of my emotions getting the best of me. She sat on the other side of my bed, eyes wide, trying not to cry.

"We could've talked. I could've told you every single little detail. I could've apologized a million times. You could've slept in the spare bed, and we took the night apart from each other. But you left. You flew to a different time zone, you told me I wasn't allowed to call you, and then you never reached out to me, Demi!"

"Baby-"

"Imagine how I felt watching you walk out my bedroom door, not knowing when I was going to see you again. Not knowing if you were wanting to break up, not knowing when I'd hear from you again, not knowing where you were. I cried for hours, Demi."

I started sobbing, barely able to keep talking.

"I didn't turn my location off, though. You knew where I was." Demi spoke quietly, somehow trying to justify herself.