Met You When I Was Sixteen

18.

Thoughts were floating through my head, mostly flashbacks and really bad memories, but still, it had nerves just thinking about it.

The phone was still in my hand, but I was just staring at it, lost in space and tears who are willing to spill any second. But I keep telling myself to not cry; otherwise I'll be a fucking crybaby, and tell me. Who wants to be called a crybaby?

"Who was it?" I looked up and placed my phone down on the table, seeing Sem stand there in the doorway. I think that he has been sitting there for quiet a while, seeing that he knew I was on a call.

I swallowed, knowing any bad word might lead to punishment.

"Oh.. N-No one, just an old man who thought I was his wife, probably switched some of the numbers or anything.." I rubbed the back of my neck, if you are great at sensing impulsives then you could probably tell I'm lying, but I just hope he doesn't catch anything.

My phone once again lit up, but this time not a call or notification showed up, only a text message. From an unsaved number. The same number who called me just minutes ago. "Hm.." He walks closer to the table, also closer to me, and picks up the phone slowly, then turning it towards him so the screen could be very well read. "Doesn't seem like nothing nor a old man to me, if they text you back pretty quickly.." His tone changed to a slight anger.

And he hit the table in pure anger, hard. It made me flinch as I immediately threw my hand in front of my face, doing an attempt on trying to save myself from any bad injuries.

There were only a couple of words that were visible of reading. The rest were just dots, so sem decided that it would be a great idea to read the text out loud. "Hey it's Cody here, I think our connection broke or something like that, but it's okay. I just wanted you let you know that I'm really sorry about what happened-"

Sems fist tightened as his jaw clenched. He was angry, he felt betrayed. Just like how I felt betrayed the moment his lips met hers.

"What the actual fuck has gotten into you sem?!" I now yell back, immediately regretting what I just said, knowing that I won't walk out of that room unharmed later. I tried to save myself, but only came to whisper. "I can't do anything right can?.. have I ever done anything right according to you?" But he seems to catch it up, all my brabbling; he seems to have heard it all. And it made him pissed. Even more pissed than he already was.

" What the fuck Brooklynn? I'm the one never doing anything right to you, that's why Your cheating on me aren't you?! He apologises cause he knows that you will get caught one day, and that being now arent  it? Thats probably why you didn't save this lads number." - "You wanted to hide the truth and that's why ur acting so fucking pathetic, you pathetic piece of shit."

Hé made his way towards me and gripped my throat without any warning. With the second and the anger building inside him, it went harder with every tiny move. I don't blame him, if you see a random guy texting with something so innocent, I would think of the worst too.

But does he have that low of trust in me?

His grip tightened which made me gasp for air. And before I knew it, my eyes were watery, blurry. "S-Sem.. please." - "I... W-would never cheat on you." It didn't seem to calm him or relieve anything, except it made him confused and he probably got the feeling of pure rage.

"H-He's"

"Shut up!!" His voice broke, and his eyes met mine, looking for any emotion other than fear. But he didn't find anything. And that seemed to get him away from me. That seemed to relieve his grip. He stormed out of the door, making me drop to the floor. I started to break down and made my hand towards my throat, rubbing it around softly.

If only he would just read the rest of the message, then none of this would be necessarily.

"Our therapist.."