Met You When I Was Sixteen

42.

"What the hell is this Sem?"
"If this is  about you cheating on that party then I-i can let that slide!" I was coughing, he finally let go, but didn't let go of the grip on my hand.
"What?.." He looked at me, then back to the road and back to me again.
"E-Ever since that party you've become more and more aggressive.. I can let it slide-"

"What the fuck?! I haven't even been cheating on you Brooklynn! What are you talking about?" Yeah, of course, deny that you cheated. The airplane, the party. Who knows where else.

I looked at him, just looked at him and listened to his shit talk.

"You are the one that cheated on me!"

I started to laugh, "Yeah right, of course."
"So I'm supposed to accept the fact that you cheated on me just because you think I would ever cheat on you?" I then clapped, I clapped my fucking hands. "Wow Sem. Fantastic."

He hit his steering wheel. He clenched his jaw. He made a fist. I bit the inside of my lip, sat back straight in my seat. "Okay.. if your so sure that I'd cheated on you, then where's your proof?"

"I won't believe you unless you've got any proof." He grabbed his phone, looked between road and phone. "Keep your fucking attention on the stre-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He was mad, really mad. But when wasn't he?

He showed his phone to me, handed it towards me with a picture of me and my ex-boyfriend from seven years of kissing on the beach. I chuckled. "That's a picture from  seven fucking years ago, look at the fucking date!" I pointed at the date with my index finger.
He scoffs this time. "Yeah, right. Don't fucking lie to me!" He slaps me, right across my left cheek. And then glued his eyes to the road again, he messed around with his lighter, and I flinched as far as I could against the door. Not wanting to go through that all again.

I was still sobbing. ''He told me he couldn't log into his account anymore and hasn't been using it ever since, so how in the hell is he able to delete the picture then hm?'' - ''Oh, so now ur protecting him?''
'' What the actual fuck Sem?" Please stop talking, just please, please stop talking.

"I'm not protecting him i-i just don-'' - ''Quit the shit talk Brooklynn. when?'' I was looking at him, tears still dropping while holding my wrist. Just fucking crash already. Anything, better then this.

"What?''
Hé  hit me again, this hard that I think I might have even seen some stars. ''When did he tell you that?''

"Oh my god get your shit together." I was holding the hand, which was holding my wrist against my cheek. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much. And here I am, arguing with my boyfriend in his car while trying to keep myself together.
''Your not that innocent Sem, just admit it  yourself.'' He shrugged once again, ready to say whatever bullshit forms in his head. Everything to get him out of  this, right? 

"What?" He acted like he didn't know anything. But he knew exactly what I was talking about, and I knew he knew. He may even have had some sweat drop down his forehead. Pathetic liar.

"Okay, so wheres your proof then? that i cheated.'' - ''Exactly. you can't have any proof because it never fucking happened!''

''Don't even start. You know exactly when.''
I can't believe I even have to say it myself.

''I-I don't know what you're talking abou-'' That's it; I'm done playing your games. ''Explain to me where you went to that one night at the party huh?'' He forced a smile, this fucking ugly smile that I'd never liked.
''Easy, I went to the bathroom and afterward straight to you.'' ''Are you that forgettable?''

''Oh but honey, are you?'' I enjoyed finally having some sort of control over him. "Let's see, You told me you were going to get us some drinks. But even that wasn't enough cover for me to find out that you were following that blonde too revealing bunny looking suited woman upstairs. You were staring at her ass constantly while you tried to keep your shit together, and disappeared into the bedroom. Where you fucked her like the night was short.''

"You want me to tell you the details? hm?'' I breath, breath even more till it hurted my ribs. I placed my hands in front of my face, ready to protect my self for any hit that will force itself.