Bad blood...

Trust?

Zendaya sat in her old bedroom, the one that she hadn't stepped in ever since she moved in with him. Trying to get over the shit that had happened to her on the night that was supposed to be the best night of her life.

Now she was sitting on the floor sobbing away, completely locked up from the rest of the world, mostly her world. When her loyalty and dignity was being questioned from the person she least expected it from she escaped to her old bedroom, in hopes that she would get over it but that wasn't exactly the case.

She had locked herself up in that room for like a week. Despite the fact that she had lived in that house her whole life she felt completely foreign to the setting because this wasn't home. It didn't feel like home, her home was there, with him in his strong embrace. She knew it was only Val who could calm her down right know because that's what he did, that's just what they did, they had each other's backs for the past 8 years of their lives. But no! Right now she was too pissed to let herself fall weak because that would only end up with her going back to the man who had no faith in her, in them, in their love.

He questioned her loyalty towards him and their relationship. He didn't give her a chance to explain herself. He broke their engagement in front of all their loved ones because he had over heard a conversation that he had had highly misunderstood. A conversation with an ex, someone who WAS a part of her life, who DIDN'T mean anything to her anymore. But the angry Russian was too stubborn to give her a chance to explain to her man what the truth was. He didn't trust her enough.

People would tell her to 'Just get over it','I'm sure he didn't mean it' as if it wasn't a big deal, maybe it wasn't for other people but for Valdaya it was. They lived for each other. He was all that she had to loose and now she had lost him because he had let his ego push away the love of his life. He gave up on her, gave up on them.

After all that Val had done she didn't actually feel the need of defending herself anymore, because he should know. Him out of all the people in her life had doubted her, accused her of unfaithfulness.

Her self respect would not let her go back to him. It was too late now. He had done the damage.