𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, jude bellingham

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

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Jude grabs the pictures in front of him as Tayma leans over his shoulder to look at them. Her and Jude's face turn pale, Tayma looking sick and Jude looking distraught.

"What the hell?" Tayma mumbles as she clutches onto her stomach with one hand, another hand flying to her mouth as if she was about to vomit.

No way shes reacting like this.

"(Y/n)." Jude whispers as he looks up at me, broken.

"Care to explain?" I sob, my chest rising and falling in complete anger. 

"This isn't-" Tayma starts, but pauses as she doesn't know what to say as she glances at Jude, shocked. 

"You two are sick." I spit. "What is wrong with you?" I wipe away the tears that were uncontrollably spilling. I point an accusing finger at Jude. He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off. "You knew I liked you. You kissed me multiple times." I cry. "I trusted you, you know I don't trust people so fast, especially men." I pause before speaking again after regaining myself. "Was it fake?"

"No!" He shouts. "Trust me (Y/n), these aren't real." He pleads as he holds the pictures up. Is he fucking daft? 

"You." I sneer, pointing a finger at Tayma whos a crying mess. "You are my bestfriend. You betrayed me. You know everything about me. Every single fucking detail and you still stab me in the back. I trusted you both. You didn't just betray me." I tell Tayma as I take a step closer to her. "You betrayed Gio. Leading him on when you liked someone else? Someone you knew I liked. You're sick. You're both fucked in the head." I grab the car key to the G-Wagon Jude had bought me. I stare at it for a few seconds before stretching out my hand to Jude. "i guess this meant nothing as well?" I question as I hand him the keys.

"No, (Y/n), please." He begs. "Those photos, they aren't real."

"Stop." I shout, holding my hand up. "I don't want to hear it." I cry as I rush out the house while grabbing the keys to my old car, starting the engine and driving off. Rain splatters over my windows, not helping my view of the road through my tears. 

I head towards Erlings house, my eyes blurry from tears as I try to blink them away to clear my vision, but each blink hurts me even more as everything becomes clearer and I cry harder. The second I arrive into Erlings driveway, I lean my forehead into my steering wheel as I continue to clutch onto it, sobbing my eyes out. I can't describe the pain I feel. My throat is clogged with pain that never leaves, no matter how long I cry for, my head is hot and pounding and my whole body is shaking. I've never felt this much pain, ever. 

Through the heavy rain, I see a confused Erling walk out his house in sweats and a pullover. He walks closer to my car, the rain soaking his hair, and when he realises I'm inside, crying my eyes out, he attempts to open the door which is locked. I open it myself from inside as my shaking hands stretches out, wanting Erling to help me out. I was too weak to do it myself. He doesn't question anything and grabs my hand, hugging my tightly. I cry, loudly, into his chest as the rain consumes us, mimicking the pain I was feeling. 

Each time I think of the photos, it's like a sharp knife covered in salt, slicing through my skin, my muscles, my bones. It's as though lightning struck my body from head to toe and all I could do was shake uncontrollably and cry my heart out. 

My aching heart escalated from the feeling of betrayal, that was slowly breaking me, to a dull feeling, leaving me inhaling heavily. 

Erling notices how I'm calming down slowly and rests his cheek on my head.