i know // jeremiah fisher

LIV - Confused

(A/N: the next few chapters are going to be written on my phone so i apologize for any layout issues)

I close the door behind me and turn forward, right into Jeremiah's chest.

"Hey, I heard you in there and I wanted to check on you. How are you-" I stop him.

"Fine."

"Oh, are you sure? You still have tears on your face." He wipes my cheek with his thumb.

"I'm sure." I say trying to walk around him.

But he steps over in front of me again.

"Hey. Are you mad?" He asks sadly, setting his hands on my shoulders.

I clench my jaw, "No."

I shrug his hands off of me and speed to my room before he can stop me, locking the door.

I walk over to the bathroom and star the shower up.

I hear a knock on my door, but proceed with the shower as if I couldn't hear it over the running water.

I sit on the floor of the tub, letting the water soak me.

I'm angry.

I'm sad.

I'm everything.

I want something- someone, to blame. I want to blame Jeremiah. I mean, he's the one that hit me. He's the reason I started bleeding.

I'm confused.

I take my time in the shower, I let myself cry.

It's probably been just under and hour by the time I decide to get out.

I wrap myself in a towel and look at the foggy mirror. I reach a hand out to wipe a spot clear.

My eyes are puffy and my face is red.

I look like shit.

I walk out of the bathroom and into my room, which immediately sends chills down my arms. The bathroom was so much warmer I contemplate going back inside.

My internal dilemma takes too long, I'm already at the dresser grabbing clothes.

Well, grabbing pjs.

Right now calls for grace. And comfiness.

I sit on my bed, now with my towel wrapped up in my hair.

I reach for my phone on the bedside table, 14 messages from Jere.

***

Y/n

Could we talk?

How are you feeling, princess?

I'm sorry

Can we please work this out together

I didn't realize how much it sucks when you don't talk to me :(

I just want to help

Please

With a cherry on top

We don't even have to talk

Can we just be in the same room

Can I just give you a hug?

Baby

I'm sorry.

***

I don't even want to respond.

Because I know he doesn't deserve it, me being mean.

I know he feels bad.

I know he's confused.

But so am I, and nobody's coming to save me.

I turn off my phone and close my eyes, rubbing my temples.

"Ugh." I sound and flop backwards onto a pillow.