Cupid's Target

21- THATS WHAT I THOUGHT

Sitting in the backseat of Wayne's car. Never thought I'd see myself here. I tell myself to stay strong. I tell myself I can't depend on men much longer, but I can't hold it in anymore.

"I miss you." were the only words that came out before i bursted into tears.

He pulled me in his chest, which was still sticky from his sweat. He ran his hands through my hair and placed his chin on my head as he let me cry and cry and cry.

what the fuck am I doing.

I quickly shove him off, and scoot as far away from him as I can.

"I can't keep doing this Wayne." I struggled to get out in between my tears, wiping my nose with the sleeve of my jacket.

"I know." He whispered, his head fell down to his lap when he said it, having a tone of defeat.
"Let's just go to my house, talk things out?" He scooted closer, lifting my chin with his hand.

I can't keep giving in.

"Why Wayne? It's just going to be the same thing." I sobbed even more. "I can't keep going through the same thing. I barely fucking know you yet i'm going crazy. It's unfair Wayne, it's so unfair." At this point I am a mess. There's boogers all over my face. I'm practically red, and I can't even speak right.

"Please, Evelyn. Just this last time. We both need this." He sounds hurt, and it hurts me even more. He grabs my hand and tries to look in my eye, but I look away.

I can't resist it. I'm in my worst state i've ever been in, and I can't resist it. I need him, I need him so bad. I'm so tired of running to every male but the one who started this.

"okay." I whispered defeated.

I stayed in the backseat the whole car ride, just not wanting to move. It seemed as if Wayne didn't even want to drive there himself. He looked so exhausted. My heart broke for him.
No matter how hurt I was for myself, I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

After what felt like ages, we finally arrived to Wayne's house. He got out the car and when he came to open the door for me, I expected to walk, but he carried me in instead. His hair dangled down in his face, and even as hurt as he was, he still looked handsome as ever. I can't resist him.
He struggle to open the door with me in his hands, so I tried to jump down, he just didn't let me. Once the door was open he brought us up the stairs to his room.

shit.

I don't know where to start. I don't think he does either. The room is filled with silence and i'm sat on the edge of his bed as he's standing in front of me.

"I miss you more than you could ever miss me, you know that Eve?" He sighs, his voice sounding deeper than usual. Maybe I just got used to the silence in the room. I don't respond, I don't know how to. I sit there with my head hanging low.

He lifts my head to face his once again. "Why'd you keep shutting me out?" I finally ask. We're here to talk, so might as well let it out right?

"Wayne it's not fair. What have I done? I tried to be so sweet to you- no i was so sweet to you! I wanted to help you, and I thought you could help me, but you just kept shutting me out. How's that fair to me?" I'm now standing, and we're practically face to face. His face drops, and I could tell he didn't expect me to confess how I feel.

He takes a second to digest what I said. I didn't get a response, but a nod instead. He walks away, and turns the light switch on. This is my first time seeing him in the light , and each time I see him he looks worse and worse. He's more pale than ever, his hair is a disaster, and all around his eyes it's red.