Juliana Woodland and Nate Jacobs have been best friends for as long as they can remember.
They are now in their junior year at East Highland High School and things are starting to get complicated.
*Had this story up on my old account and it got dele...
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Juliana's eyes fluttered open and she immediately closed them again, wishing she was still asleep. The room was too bright and her head was pounding.
She groaned and rolled over to cuddle into Nate and hopefully get back to sleep, but the bed was empty. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
She noticed her phone lit up on the nightstand and picked it up. There were all kinds of notifications: drunk messages in the group chat, texts from her friends saying they got home safely, a call from her mom, and several from Instagram.
She heard the shower turn off as she replied to her friends and laughed at some of their illegible messages. She texted her mom to say she was at Nate's before going to check her Instagram.
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JulianaMae Baby, I'll be like a wildflower
MaddyPxo: That's my best friend 😍🙌🏽
KittyKat: Have a fun night bitches!
Cassiehoward1: A literal model 🔥
Alex_harris: Looking good as always, great seeing you tonight
12 hours ago
Fuck.
Juliana's eyes widened at the last comment from Alex. It had already been posted there since late last night. Maybe she could quickly delete it now before Nate saw it.
As if he read her mind, the bathroom door flew open before she got a chance to erase it. He had his phone in his hand and anger written all over his face.
Fuck.
He didn't have to say anything. She knew it was too late; that he already saw it.
"What the fuck is this?" He held his phone up.
Even though she knew exactly what it was going to be, her stomach still dropped when she saw her Instagram post on the screen.
"Natey, let me explain-"
"You saw that piece of shit last night and you didn't say anything to me?" He demanded, his voice booming across the room.
"Can you please just listen for a second-"
She was cut off again, this time by him throwing his phone at the wall, making her jump. She was sure it was broken as it hit the floor screen down with a bang.
"You saw him last night at that fucking bar that you shouldn't even be at to begin with, and I wouldn't have know if it wasn't for your slutty picture on Instagram!"
She sat up as he came towards her. "The only reason we sat with him was because Maddy wanted to talk to his friend, I swear."
She thought that an explanation would help but it did the exact opposite of that.
"You fucking sat with him? Are you fucking kidding me, Juliana? Was that before or after you fucked him?"
She was shocked by such a brutal accusation, even for him. "How can you even think I would do that? I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but how many times do I have to say that I love you and don't want him, or anyone else?"
"So that's why instead of being with me last night, you were sitting at a bar with him, drinking, probably all over him, while I'm at home waiting to pick you up like a fucking idiot?" He shouted.
"If I wanted to be with Alex I would be, but I'm with you! What don't you fucking understand about that?!" She was yelling now, too, with tears in her eyes.
In an instant, he had her pulled off of his bed and pushed against the wall by her arms. Everything she said trying to make him understand made him more angry. Tears started rolling down her face as he tightened his grip on her.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm fucking done with you, I'm so fucking done with you! I'm not fucking joking."
"Nate, please just calm down, let go of me and we can talk. I love you." She pleaded, her voice shaking.
He let go of one of her arms to roughly grab her face and force her look up at him.
"What the fuck is actually wrong with your fucking brain? I do everything I possibly fucking can to be the best boyfriend for you, I take care of you, I get you whatever you need and ask for, I do everything for you, I fuck you and make you come every goddamn day, yet you still go out acting like a whore!"
Juliana had never seen Nate so mad, not even about his dad. She was seriously wondering if he was going to try to strangle her. She sniffed and tried to wriggle free from his grasp.
"You're fucking dead to me, fuck you." He growled.
A loud sob escaped her throat and he suddenly let go of her. She wasn't expecting it and she stumbled forward, almost falling. He caught her but she pushed him away, sobbing again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed. "This is so fucking over."
"No, Angel, please, I'm so sorry, when I saw that comment I completely lost it, I don't know what's wrong with me. Fuck, I'm so fucking sorry."
She backed away from him and towards the bedroom door. "Do not call me that name, you'll never call me that or anything else again. You'll never lay your hands on me again."
"Juliana, please stay, don't leave, I'm so fucking sorry, I love you-"
This time it was her turn to cut him off. "You're fucking dead to me. I never want to see you again."
She rushed out of his house in a tearful mess, not caring if his family saw her in such a state like she normally would. She knew she wouldn't be back there again.
She was grateful to find that her mom wasn't home. She locked herself in her bathroom, her vision blurry from how hard she was crying. She looked at her reflection, touching the bruises that were already forming on her skin.
She felt sick to her stomach, enough to throw up. It wasn't the violence that scared her. It was the fact that she knew, no matter what Nate did, she would still love him.
