All Too Well

Chapter 6

(I Knew You Were Trouble By Taylor Swift)

Eryn's Pov

Pacing through my house, feeling furious. Everything kept changing. My walls, my furniture, my cabinets, my floors, my rugs, I was fuming. I feel like my face was as red as my hair. My life was being ripped away from me, more and more, and I was too scared to do anything about it.

"E! Where are you?" Eric's soft voice rang out of the house. One day he was horrible, the next he was nice.

"In the kitchen!" I called back, trying to keep my voice calm. I was struggling. Everything I've ever known was changing in front of me.

"Eryn." He held a smile on his face as he handed me a bouquet of roses. I hate roses. The red roses reminded me so much of the pain I was put through. Everyone bought me roses, and now every time I saw them I was taken back to those same two moments where I was told my parents were no longer going to be by my side.

"How was work?" I asked, turning my back, getting out a vase and filling it with water before putting the flowers into it.

"It was good." He answered while I pulled my sweater closer to me, before turning around.

"Eryn Blake, I've loved you since the day I first laid my eyes on you. I'm sorry that the past years have been so shitty. I'm sorry that your dad died. I want to try again. Will you marry me, Eryn Blake?"

My heart shattered into a million pieces as I stood in the middle of the kitchen. Eric was down on one knee, his friends were in the back recording, holding more flowers. I stood there, feeling like I was going to vomit.

Could they not see the pain that this man was putting me through? Could they not see how scared I was to be in his presence? Could they not see what he has done to me? I'm terrified of Eric Sweeny.

I looked up at all of his friends, at his hopeful face as he sits on one knee with my old engagement ring that he got me. I don't know if it was me finally starting to hit my breaking point, or if I finally felt worthy enough to fight for myself. Maybe I was starting to love my good and bad, maybe I was ready to embrace that this is who I was. This didn't have to be my future. I was in charge of that.

"No." Eric's friends stopped smiling, some of their phones falling to the floor. Eric's smile dropped and I felt my insides turn. I looked down at my bruised hands and tears rolled down my face as I looked back at him.

"No, I will not marry you." I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat while Eric rose to his feet.

"I am not going to keep getting victimized by you." Eric took a step back, and I felt my anger boiling.

"You changed my house? My car? My garden? My pictures hanging up? And you changed me." Eric's friends stood there, some still recording, others now with their mouths hung open.

"I should've known you were trouble all of those years ago." The more I stepped closer to him, the more he stepped back.

"I've had so much time to realize and think. You've never loved me! You've never cared about me either unless I was on our bedroom floor, begging you to leave me alone." Eric's face was stone cold, and I felt my eyes burn with tears.

"You were never there." Eric's face formed to anger.

"I was always there! When was i never there!" He yelled, causing me to flinch.

"You weren't there when my life was going through so many changes and I had nobody to lean on!" My tone was just as harsh as his, and he was taken back.

"I'm so sick of letting you walk all over me! My parents did not raise me this way." The sweater on my arms was pulled off. All of Eric's friends stood there in disbelief.

"All of these scars that I will never get over. All of these bruises that will be imprinted into my mind. All of the times I was so scared of leaving my room because of what you would do to me." His friends stepped to the side, as I stepped closer to Eric again, and he backed up once more.

"I don't want you in my life anymore, Eric Sweeny. I don't want you to exist to me anymore." I opened the door, throwing him his keys.

"I don't want to see you ever again." He stood on my front steps, and looked at his keys in his hands.

"All of you." I turned to his friends.

"Get out." 

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