The Runaways ☯ J.G [ completed ]

The Runaways ; Twenty-Nine

Jack || Three Days Later

For the past three days, Cher has been acting really weird. She barely even talks to me and she will ignore me if I ask her something. When we sleep, she doesn't lay next to me, she sleeps away from me.

It's really been bugging me so I decided to talk to her about it. I walked up to our room and opened the door to walk in. "I told y'all motherfuckers, man, this shit is not a love song. This a doing me and only God can judge song," she rapped along with the song that was playing.

I sat next to her on the bed and she turned the music down. "We need to talk," I sighed and looked at her. She was looking down at her fingers, playing with them. "What did I do? Did I do something to you? If I hurt you in anyway, just know that I am sorry. Whatever it is-"

"Jack, you didn't do anything wrong," she cut me off. I noticed her eyes were getting a little glossy which worried me.

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "Then why have you been ignoring me for the past few days? I want to know what's wrong but I can't, not if you don' talk to me. So tell me, what's wrong? What did I do? Why are you so upset?"

"I can't Jack," her voice cracked as she shook her head. "I can't tell you because then you will be mad at me. You will be so mad at me and I don't want to lose you."

I began to get pissed off. She was hiding something and I am not okay with it. I thought we agreed on no secrets and that we always tell each other the truth. "Well you're going to lose me now if you don't tell me," I stated as I clenched my jaw. "We promised no secrets, remember? So whatever it is, tell me."

She just sat there and played with her thumbs.  "Cher, you either tell me now or I'm out," I continued to speak once she didn't answer. "I will walk out of that door and I will not come back. What the hell is wrong? Tell me or I am leaving, I'm not playing games with you!"

She still just sat there. So she wouldn't care if I left her? Is that why she's just sitting there? She wants me to leave her?

I got up from the bed and began walking towards the door. "You clearly don't give a fuck about me and you don't know the definition of 'no secrets.' I'm done! You're really pissing me off now! I don't even want to be here with you anymore," I scoffed as I began to turn the knob.

"I kissed Dylan!" she exclaimed as she stood up from the bed. "I kissed Dylan, okay? That's what's wrong! I fucked up, okay? Damn, there you go. You have the truth."

I let go of the knob and stared at her with my eyebrows furrowed together. "You what?" I asked her as the tears streamed down her face. "How could you do this to me? I thought we were past that! I thought we trusted each other! I have been so good to you and then you go off and do this? Were you ever going to tell me?"

She tried to walk towards me but I took a step back. "Answer the question!" I exclaimed. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I was hoping that I didn't have to!" She sighed as she rubbed her eyes. "I mean, were you ever going to tell me that you cheated on me if I never found out? Hmm, were you?"

I let out a dry laugh. "Don't even make this about me! This is about you! The past is in the past! We are way past that so don't even bring that stupid shit up! Are you just trying to make me look like the bad guy? I am not the bad guy! I have changed so much these past months for you! And for what? What was the point? You clearly don't feel the same about me as I feel about you."

"It's not like that, Jack!" she exclaimed as she raised her voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Then what is it Cher?" I yelled in frustration. "Why did you do it then?"

She sighed, trying to control her anger. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Jack, I swear," she cried. "You have to believe me. It was an accident and I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did. I swear I would never hurt you."

I don't even care that I'm crying right now. That just goes to show how much I love this girl. "It's too late because you already hurt me."

you stay w/ that drama, lets just be real.