12. Cry Me A River

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Song of the Chapter: Cry Me A River ~ Justin Timberlake

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Niyesha's P.O.V.

I felt someone tap my shoulder and my eyes fluttered open. It was Leroy towering over me.

Leroy: (Says softly.) We're here.

I yawn and get up stretching as much as my body can. Aching pain started to sprout throughout my body. Guess I didn't sleep as well as it felt. He helps me up on my feet, which were unbelievably sore. Leroy, seeing my pain, actually carried me bridal style to the entrance of the house. I sat on the little stoop and he opened the door, once again carrying me bridal style up to his room. He laid me on his soft bed and unconsciously covered myself with the blue blanket which felt so smooth against my skin.

Leroy: Tired still?

I didn't say anything, only letting out a yawn. I nodded and soon drifted off to sleep once more.

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I was awoken by someone touching my face. Their fingers were soft, although I knew my face had to be rough. I needed a good warm shower right now.

I fully got up and turned around, the sight making me scream.

Niyesha: LER--

Prince: (Puts his hand over her mouth.) Shh. He's not here, please let me talk.

I removed his hand away from my face, now aware that he probably snuck in, and was watching me sleep for Lord knows how long.

Niyesha: I don't want to see you. I want nothing to do with you. You should've stood your ass in Cali. There is nothing here for you.

Prince: Please Niyesha. I couldn't sleep. You were the only person on my mind. I had to see you. It hurts me not to see you. Not to touch you. Not to feel your presence.

Niyesha: Hurts?! Pain?! You don't know what the fuck pain is Jacob! I'm the one who has been sobbing like some spoiled ass baby. I have no emotion whatsoever against you. I don't even know if I have any emotion. No one could hurt me anymore. You made me realize that sometimes shit just can't be fixed. I tried, but things are better to just fall apart.

I felt the lump in my throat forming. I blinked back some tears and swallowed hoping the lump would go away.

Niyesha: So thank you for that. (Points to the window.) Leave. Now.

All he did was stand there and pulled out his phone. I scoffed, not actually believing he was just standing there.

That's when he showed me a picture of the two of us. Just seeing it made my heart skip a beat. It was when he took me ice skating. After my stepfather was put in the hospital. In my mind I was reliving the moment. The way he caught and kissed me. When he promised he would never let go.

But he did.

Niyesha: So? A picture. Whoopy-doo. I don't have time for you Jacob. Go take your pity party somewhere else. Cause I'm not forgiving you no time soon. And I never want to be with you anymore.

I felt a huge weight off my shoulders. As if saying it, showed that I was telling the truth. I didn't care about what he said. Everything he was telling me could be true. But what does it matter? He hurt me. And he can't reverse it. He wasn't thinking about me when he impregnated Andrea. So he shouldn't be thinking about me now.

Simple as that.

He seemed shocked by what I said.

Prince: You...you called me Jacob.

Niyesha: I'm happy you have ears.

I knew exactly what he was thinking. I'm not your prince anymore? I knew that's what was going through his mind.

I...I heard it going through his mind.

I kept a straight face making sure my confusion didn't show.

That's when I heard the front door open. I knew it had to be Leroy. I shoved Prince towards the window. He gave me one last look before he left. A look of hurt. A look of pain.

Welcome to my world.

Prince: (Whispers.) I love you.

Niyesha: Don't say that to me.

His eyes dropped and he left out the window. He didn't look back. He went to the right, walking to what seemed a rental car. He stood in the car for ten minutes before driving off.

I sighed loudly, happy that it was over.

And then I cried. Because that's all I wanted to do this whole time.

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These two man...I'm feeling bad for both of them.

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