I heard heavy footsteps behind me and I braced myself for what was to come. Whatever you do, don't turn around, I mentally reminded myself. I felt somebody grab my wrist so hard it was sure to bruise. He pulled me towards him, practically forcing me to turn around.
"What the hell did you just say?" he growled.
"You heard me. I said the feeling's not mutual anymore," I spat, trying to free my wrist from him, but that only made him tighten his grip.
"How can you say that?" he asked.
"Because it's true, Gerard! How am I supposed to love you after what you did?" I snapped.
"You really don't love me anymore, do you?" he asked, suddenly sounding hurt.
I almost caved when I saw his hurt face, but I stood my ground by remembering all that he had done. "No, Gerard. I don't," I growled.
His grip on my wrist tightened once more and the anger seemed to come back. "I'm glad it was so fucking easy for you to get over me. I guess you really didn't care. You're such a bitch!" he yelled.
"I'm the bitch? What about you? You can't do all this shit and then suddenly decide you still love me!" I snarled.
"You don't fucking understand!" he retorted.
"You never gave me a chance to understand! Whenever I got close to you, you'd push me away!"
"That's because you're so clingy. God, you're annoying!" he scoffed.
"Earlier you asked me how I could say that I didn't love you anymore. Here's your answer. You nearly died and you come back without saying a word to me. I saved you, Gerard! Nobody else knew where you were! You'd be dead right now if it weren't for me, and now you suddenly turn on me. You tried to fucking hit me, Gerard! You scared me so bad I had nightmares about my old families! I thought I could trust you, but I was obviously wrong. You're no different than any of them, Gerard! You're just a horrible person who's so afraid to get close to anybody, he takes it out on others without realizing he's the fucking problem! You're the problem! That's why I don't love you anymore."
He looked pissed. He let go of my wrist and did something I should have seen coming. He raised his hand, and he slapped me. I fell to the ground in shock and caressed my aching cheek. "You finally did it, huh? I knew you were no different. I can't believe I trusted you," I managed to choke out even through the lump of fear and sadness that had formed in my throat. I tried my hardest not to cry or run away as I stood up.
"Lily! Fuck, I-I'm," he started before I interrupted him.
"Fucking save it, Gerard. I don't want to hear it," I spat, venom lacing every word. I lowered my hand from my now throbbing cheek and he looked horrified. He placed a hand on my shoulder and I flinched in fear before I got up the courage to smack his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me," I growled as he pulled his hand away. "Don't even fucking talk to me. I never want to see you again, Gerard," I continued, my tone growing harsher with every word I spoke.
"Lily, please! I didn't mean to...-" I cut him off once more.
"Fucking save it, Gerard! Don't ever fucking talk to me again! We're over!" I said, almost screaming now. I turned around and ran the rest of the way home without looking back. It's official; I broke up with him.
When I got home I was relieved to find that Samantha wasn't home yet. I ran inside and put tons of makeup over the humongous bruise. Then I climbed into bed and cried. The home phone rang countless times, but I ignored it until the loud ringing began to drive me crazy.
