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"I can't believe you!" I yell angrily. He did it again. He's done this over and over, and each time I forgave him. But, this time is different. This time he's not getting by with what he's done.
The first time it happened we had just began dating. He was talking to other girls constantly, sometimes it was more than just talking, and he thought it was selfish for me to believe that I should be the only girl he actually thought of and talked to in that way. (a/n: if that makes any sense at all)
"I'm sorry! Please, this was the last time. I'm done, all I want is you," he says as he attempts to pull me away from the opening front door.
"No, I'm done with you, Matt!" I exclaim as tears blur my vision.
He steps forward and tries to wrap me in his arms. "Calm down, it's-"
"What's going to be okay? You've done this so many times, you've told me that every single time, too. I've always believed you when you said it, but this time I'm not so sure."
His arms drop to his sides and his face drops as well. He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it. As much as I want to hug him and tell him I'll be back soon, I don't actually know if I will.
I walk around him and walk up to my bedroom. I begin packing loads of clothes into a small bag, and then transfer it all over to a decent size suitcase after realizing the bag was too small.
I start to roll the suitcase back past Matt, and he grabs my wrist. "Matt. Let go," I glare at him, and he looks at me, but finally removes his grip from my wrist.
I can feel his eyes burning into my back as I grab my car keys off of the counter, and walk out the front door. Tears start to build up in my eyes, but I'm not going to cry, not this time.
I opened the trunk, aware that Matthew was watching me from the window. I shoved my suitcase in, and started up the car, not having a clue as to where as I was going to go.
I get in the car, and I pull out of the driveway, looking at Matt's face. He looks absolutely broken. I drive away, anyways, knowing very well that I'd given him too many chances.
I sniffle, and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, knowing very well who it was, but deciding to ignore it. I find myself driving to my best friend's house, I knew Chelsea would help me. I swallowed back the lump in my throat.
Finally, I arrived there, slamming my car door shut, not even bothering to get my things out of the trunk. I knocked on her door, and paused for a few moments, before repeating my actions from before.
"Hello?" Chelsea swung the door open, looking as if I just woke her from her slumber. She saw it was me, and I must've looked like a mess, because her eyes widened instantly.
"Piper, what's wrong? Come in, tell me, are you okay?" I smile weakly at her concern, and enter the house. She leads me into the kitchen, and puts a pot of coffee on, rubbing her eyes.
"So, what's happened? Everything is okay, isn't it?" She asks me, genuinely worried. I explain what Matt has done, and she has known of the previous times that he's done this kind of thing.
"Pipe, how many times have I told you to leave him now?" She asks, sighing.
"I'm not sure. But don't call me Pipe," I snap, causing her to laugh.
"Alright, I won't."
We sit there for a few moments in silence, sipping our warm coffee, which contained french vanilla creamer. "I don't know what to do." I tell her, running my fingers through my untamed hair.
"Do whatever feels right," she advised.
"Yeah, that doesn't help me at all, because I don't know what feels right," I burst out, feeling as if I were going to break down in tears.
"Calm down." She commands soothingly.
I nod, finishing the last of the sweet coffee she had made the two of us before. "Chelsea, do you think he'll do it again?" I question worriedly, biting at my nails which had been a bad habit for some time now.
"If you really want me to be honest, I think he will. But, it doesn't matter what I say, because after this, you're going to go home, forgive him, then do this all over again," she replies calmly. At first, I was offended, but I knew very well that she was right.
Again, we sat in silence, and I was just thinking about what to do. "You're okay, right?" Chelsea piped up, and I nodded. No, I was not okay. I didn't know what to do. Matt deserved at least one more chance, right?
I mean, sure, he's done this many times before, and he's said he'd change every time, yet he didn't. I loved Matt, I couldn't just up and leave him, could I? Should I? That was my problem, I seemed to always give people too many chances.
"So, are you going to take him back?" Chelsea asked me.
"We never broke up," I mumbled. "I just left, for a break, just for a bit. That's all."
My phone began trembling in my pocket once again, and I looked. Matt. I wasn't quite ready to talk to him, not just yet. I knew he was just going to ask where I was, and why I left. But I went to the same place, and left for the same reason every time.
So, I ignored the call, and set my phone down on the table. Suddenly, thunder sounded outside, making me jump, which made Chelsea chuckle. Right after that, we heard the rain splattering on top of the roof heavily.
"Since its storming, I really should be going," I comment hurriedly. I get up from the comfortable chair that I had been sitting on for the last hour, and pushing it underneath of the table. I grabbed my phone, and stuffed it inside of my pocket, and gave Chelsea a hug.
"Thanks, for everything. You're always here for me," I smile, just as I was about to walk out of the door.
"You're welcome. It's what friends do," she murmured. "Where are you going to go?"
"Back home, where else?" I asked her, sighing.
"I don't know." She shrugged.
I walked out into the rain, nearly getting soaked within the few seconds of being in it.
I got inside the car, the ends of my hair dripping. I looked through the car window, and Chelsea was still standing at the door, wrapped tightly in her pink bathrobe, waving.
I grinned at her, and pulled out onto the slick road, getting ready to drive home. It was funny how it the sky was blue when I had left, but now it was raining as hard as ever. It reminded me that good things never seemed to last.
I looked up, to see that a car had pulled out in front of me. My heart stopped beating, and suddenly, everything slowed down. I slammed my foot down on the brakes, but I could tell that I wasn't going to be able to stop. The road was too slick to stop in time.
I sat there, everything seemingly in slow motion, as I waited to feel the impact of one car hitting the other.
Then, everything went black.
