The Inconvenience of My Life Becoming a Cliché

Chapter Three

Anabella's POV

I stared at my hands resting on my lap, waiting for the car to heat up. I kissed a guy that's been to jail. Not my first kiss, no, but the only one that's felt so. . . right. Closing my eyes, I felt the warmness of his soft lips back on me. I looked back up when I heard knocking on the passengers window. I unlocked the door as Ryan slid in next to me and slammed the door. I winced at the noise.

"What was that, Bella?" He fumed and I raised a confused eyebrow. "What was what?" I inquired. "Don't play dumb. I waited 2 months to kiss you. And what, you let him get to you that easily?" "Oh, you mean like you did with MacKenzi, Jessie, Mary, Marie, Sherry, Ann, Rebecca, Nicole, Elizabeth, and Sandra?" I turn away as tears threaten my eyes.

"Baby girl, you know they mean nothing to me, especially compared to you," The same soft voice that always lured me back into his protective arms. "You should leave," I whispered, hating the fact that tears slid down my face. Hating the fact that he knew I was still hurt and broken. He sighed and leaned forward to kiss my temple. I didn't protest. I actually wanted to think that he still loved me. That it was all a bad dream. Ryan Jackson, my as of last month ex, lips connected to my head and salty teardrops slipped down my cheeks faster.

I can't believe he did that to me. So many times without me even knowing. I loved- love him so him much. On November 23rd my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. One more day and we would have been together for three years. One day less and my dad would have been dead 4 years. My tears and his guilty pleads confirmed to everyone that we were done.

But I still love him. I'm not sure I'm ready to throw him away yet. I'm still hurt. I'm broken. And he only wants me so no one else can fix me. I wanted to be the center of his world. I wanted to pretend it didn't happen, that I was still the only girl he had eyes for. He'd always promise after high school, we'd be together forever. "The perfect wedding, for the perfect bride." He would beam and kiss my nose.

The world was good, full of color; and suddenly it was dark and grey. I'd even thrown the beautiful promise ring at him. I found out later that week that he pawned it off. That was how much he loved me. And I'll never forget that. I drove home in an unusual silence and slipped through the house quietly.

Once in the calm of my room I silenced my tears with a pillow and broken sobs with the blaring music. No one had ever heard, and no one had ever thought that I was still hung upon him. I had three more hours before anyone got home. I captured my fat tabby cat, McGonagall, in my arms and sobbed into her fur. She mewed in complaint and snuggled into my chest.

Thats how she is. She complains then cuddles up. "What did I do?!" I sobbed. She covered my mouth with her paw, a frightened look on her face. I sniffled and wiped my tears. I got a text and picked up my phone.

Unknown: I hope you aren't wasting tears on a guy that wasted away your heart.

I frowned. Who's this?

Unknown: Meet me outside