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y/n's pov:
flashback -
i'm sitting on my porch that isn't my porch. it's jacks porch, but its my second home. rain pours down around me, the usually comforting pat of the rain against the pavement has been swapped out for angry thuds. almost like the gods are as upset as i am. i shiver. it sounds like someone is pounding on a door.
he hasn't answered any of my texts. all my calls and voice messages have gone unnoticed. he never does this. he loves me right? he always answers, always reassuring me that nothing is wrong, that he isn't out breaking my heart, leaving me behind for the arms of another.
today feels different, though. it feels off. like jack finally did all those things he told me he would never do.
a droplet of water falls on my head, trickling down, down my neck, before settling at the base of my collarbone, right against the scar i got from falling off my bike when i was six.
i'm waiting for jack to get home. maybe when he gets here, he can tell me that i was wrong. his hockey practice just ran late or he was busy helping his friend at the animal shelter. anything really would make me feel better, but something is gnawing at my gut, a hole resting at the bottom of my chest, a cavernous wound of worries.
a car pulls up to the driveway. headlights momentarily blinding me as i squint to watch my boyfriend get out. he looks... not happy. i stand up and step out into the rain.
the water centers me as i head towards him.
"jack? where have you been? you haven't been answering your phone, i've been worried sick!"
i reach out for his arm and he shoves me off.
"not now y/n."
he never uses my full name. never. ever.
something is wrong.
i follow him inside and watch as he storms up the base of the stairs and slams the door to his room shut. his mom peeks out of the kitchen. she beckons me towards her quietly.
"what's going on aunt bea?" i ask. her face is lined with worry. she never worries.
"honey, my son, jack, he's been.. cheating on you."
my heart plummets so far down my chest that i think i can hear it hit the floor. i can't breathe i can't breathe i can't breathe. i gasp for air, water fills my lungs, my eyes, the place where my heart should be, the rain pounds in my ears.
i manage to choke out a response. "with who?"
she looks so small and so sad and so fragile when she tells me.
