Damaged Love

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I changed into a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a loose white tank top. I looked down at the burn mark on my arm. I stood in the middle of the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror.

"You're boring, Mia. You're not sexy, Mia. Don't get your hopes up, Mia. You're stupid, Mia. You are fucking stupid."

I clenched my fists and groaned. How could a once-so-happy couple become something so messed up? I treasured our relationship and treated it like my number one priority. Now, there I was, standing in the bathroom feeling pitiful and miserable and worthless. And it was all because I wasn't good enough for Wesley anymore. Was I ever good enough for him? Maybe he got bored of me a long time ago and just pretended like he was happy with me. Maybe these past two years didn't mean as much to him as they did to me.

I walked out of the bathroom and Wesley gave me a once over from his spot on the bed.

"First you try too hard to be sexy. Now, you're not even trying at all. You're kind of dressed like a dude."

"Whatever," I said and was about to lie down.

"Nope. You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"What?"

"I don't want to be next to you right now. You understand, don't you?"

"Well, why don't I just sleep over at Callie's or something? Or, you know what, I can go home to my family and—"

"Oh no, you're staying here. But you're sleeping on the couch."

"Wesley, this is my apartment, too. I'm not going to sleep on the couch like I'm a freaking backpacker that's just chilling for the night."

"Yes, you will," he said, throwing a pillow at me.

"Don't I get a blanket?" I asked.

"There's more in the hall closet. You know where it is. Must I do everything around here?" he sighed.

I was about to walk out when I decided to say goodnight to Wesley. I kissed his cheek and he just raised an eyebrow.

"What was that for?" he scoffed.

"Goodnight, Wes. I love you...even if you don't love me anymore."

"Babe, you sound so desperate. Just go to bed," he replied, "Night."

I was by the doorway when he uttered my name.

"Mia?"

"Yeah?" I asked, turning around again.

Wes gave me a small smile, and for a second, I thought he was going to ask me to stay in the room. But no, I was wrong.

"Can you turn the lights off?" he smirked.

I frowned and said, "Fuck you, asshole."

"Fuck you, too, my little bitch," he retorted, "Now turn off the lights."

I used my middle finger to flick the switch and slammed the door shut behind me.

*

I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up to Callie and Kona shaking me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked. "How'd you get in? Is Wesley still here?"

"We waited in the car until he drove out of the parking lot," Kona said. "We just got lucky that he didn't have the day off."

"How convenient," I said. "How did you guys even get in?"

"Um, hello," Callie said, holding up a few bobby pins and a credit card.