Broken

Chapter 11

The man walked towards our table, he had a confident walk but a cocky smile. He walked right past a now fuming Jason and sat in Jason's seat right across from me. he stared at me, almost examining me. Jason walked over and I gave him a warning glare, he knew we were in public and he couldn't fuck up.
'So... your the girl that's finally tied him down?'
His voice was deep and very sexy.
'Well I suppose you could say that.' I replied in my most neutral voice.
'Your much more beautiful than the photo's.'
I laughed but suddenly felt Jason's glare upon me.
'So then how do you know Jason?'
He looked at Jason and then back to me and again to Jason.
'You haven't told her... no wonder she's still here,' he looked to me and took my hand, held it to his cheek before kissing it, 'I think I'll let him tell you himself, however it was such a pleasure meeting you, I do hope to again some time."
With that he got up from the chair and made his way over to another table, which I presumed were his relatives. Jason took a seat and looked down at his food.
'What was all that about?'
He looked at me guilty.
'It doesn't matter, he's only trouble.'
I was beginning to get mad.
'Jason, our relationship has been amazing, we've been able to tell everything to each other, I will ask him myself if you don't tell me.'
He pulled out his wallet, left money on the table, grabbed my hand and escorted me outside.
We waited for the valet to get the car. There was so much tension surrounding us.
We drove home in complete silence. I was still curious as to what went on and who this man was.
We got home, in what felt like forever. He took me by the arm and brought me into the kitchen. He locked the door. Although I trusted him I was beginning to get worried.
'Babe...' I started but was quickly interrupted.
'Shut the fuck up whore. don't ask me about him or what happened, its none of your business.' I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't believe je had just said that. He's not the Jason I love. Loved. I can't be with someone who can change so quickly.
'Let me out now, I want out of this kitchen and this relationship.'
He stared at me in shock. He rummaged in his pocket for the key, walked over and unlocked it. I could hear cries as I stormed up the stairs. I began to furiously pack my stuff into bags. it didn't take long. I only took my own clothes, I didn't want anything ye gave to me. I jumped as I turned around to see his standing at the door, arm resting beside his head.
'Babe...'
'Your not changing my mind, I'm not living like this. Im not going to walk on egg shells anymore.'
'I know I can't keep you here, okay, I'm sorry and it pains me knowing I hurt you, what I'll do without you, I don't know but I want you to know that if you walk out that door and regret it, whether in an hour, in weeks, in years, that door is always open to you.' He walked over and planted a kiss on my forehead. 'I love you'
Although I felt special for a minute, the reality hit me once again. He hurt me over something so little. If he couldn't keep his calm in something small how was he suppose to do it in some bigger fight that will eventually come along.
I took my bag walked past him and didn't look back. Of course then it hit me. I'm in Dublin city, where am I going to go?