After drying off and changing into comfortable clothes, I make my way to Jason's dormitory. I knock on the door only to find it slightly open. I find Jason sitting on the couch, holding a bottle of beer and looking visibly tense.
"Uh, hi," I say softly as I sat down next to him.
"Oh, hi... didn't see you there," he replies in a plain tone.
"What happened? Is everything alright?" I ask.
"Me and Samuel were caught smoking pot in the locker room," Jason reveals
"What?" I exclaim.
"The stupid coach was supposed to be on leave today," he continues.
"What did he say?" I inquire.
"I am no longer the captain, and Samuel got kicked out of the team too," Jason's eyes downcast.
"I'm really sorry. That sucks. But why were you guys smoking in the locker room? You know it's--
"Shut up! You're suppose to console me, not mess with my already fucked up mood with these stupid ass questions," Jason interrupts, his voice escalating as he throws the beer bottle off the table, causing it to shatter into pieces that ends up hurting my foot.
"Jason! What the fuck?" I yell.
"I'm so sorry, babe... you know I didn't mean to hurt you," he says frantically, reaching out to hold my hand as I pull it away with a shrug.
"You said the same thing last month, remember? When you pushed me off the stairs?" I sob, my eyes bloodshot from tears. "I'm not your punching bag, Jason," I added, my voice shaking with a mix of hurt and frustration.
"I'm sorry, baby... trust me, this won't happen again," he pleads.
With a heavy sigh, I storm out of his room, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. It wasn't the first time Jason had lashed out at me, but this time it felt different. The realization hit me hard that I had allowed myself to be trapped in a toxic cycle of hurt and forgiveness. But why? Is it out of habit? Over the period of time I have grown accustomed to the pain, to the constant apologies and the fake promises.
With a heavy heart and a clouded mind, I crawl into bed, seeking solace in the comfort of sleep.
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