Shooting Stars

Chapter 48: Love's Fury

{Ally} 

Christ.

No.

No this didn't just happen.

This is not happening right now. 

This situation is too messed up for my little mind to handle.

I immediately get up off of Patrick, and off the couch.

I run over to where Jonathan is standing behind the couch.

He backs away, his face in utter shock.

He shakes his head, continuing to move further from me.

I keep moving closer to him.

I can feel that my hair is tangled, and my tears have only dried a little bit since they were rolling down my cheeks, literally minutes ago.

I can feel Patrick stand up and follow behind me.

"Jonathan, I-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"No. No, dear God, no." Jonathan says, shaking his head.

I open my mouth to speak, but Jonathan's temper has taken control of him.

"Patrick, you FUCKING asshole!" He shrieks, his face red and his muscles tensed.

I have never seen Jonathan like this before.

"Jonathan, please-" I start, as tears begin to brim in the corner of my eyes.

"You fuck everything up Patrick! Every goddamn thing, you just go and you fuck it up! Even something as perfect as this!" Jonathan shouts, his voice extremely loud.

I flinch, at his temper.

I've never seen him like this.

"Jonathan, please it's not what you-" I begin.

"Ally, fucking shut up! You were kissing Patrick, I just fucking saw it. Don't fucking lie to me!" He shouts, lifting his arms up in the air.

A tear rolls down my cheek.

I don't know what to do.

I have no idea how to handle this.

"Jonathan-"

"No, this can't fucking happen! This just can't! What the fuck did I just see!? You've got to be kidding me!" He screams, absolutely furious.

With one swift movement, he sweeps up the glass vase on the kitchen counter containing flowers, and hurls it across the room.

It hits the wall by the TV, and then falls to the ground, shattering into a million pieces.

The clattering of the pieces is loud, and so is the blood rushing through Jonathan's head.

His face is red, and those oh-so-gentle eyes that normally possess such calmness are an ocean of fears.

Rocky seas.

I shake my head, as I begin to cry even more.

"Jonathan, please let me explain, I swear-" Patrick starts.

"I'm fucking done with this shit, Patrick. Don't even fucking start with me!" He shouts, knocking over multiple picture frames that sit on the table by the TV.

They all come crashing down, and shatter.

With that, Jonathan moves through the room, and to the stairs where he starts up them.

Moments later, I hear a loud SLAM of his door.

And suddenly, a hush falls over the room.