Nerd Obsession

Chapter Fourteen

Mia was happy now. Happy and alone with her new boyfriend.

"Blah," I said out loud to myself.

"What's blah, babe?" Dexter asked me carefully. Over the last two months he and I had been on edge. I came home one night from work and to my shock and surprise, Dexter was in my bed fucking another man. I watched for a moment as he pounded this guy, unsure that I was actually watching this happen.

"Dexter," I said softly. His head whipped around to look at me and in a flash he was in my face, arms wrapped around me and begging me to stay and talk to him.

"I don't believe you. You promised you wouldn't hurt me. You promised you wouldn't leave." My stomach twisted in knots as I pushed at Dexter's chest. He stumbled back and I made my escape with him calling after me to stop.

For the rest of that night I walked around aimlessly. I thought about Mia and wondered if she was okay. I wondered if she missed me at all. I saw her at work but she didn't pay me any mind. I saw her talking to Dexter a few times in the break room but as soon as she saw me watching, she would walk away.

That was two months ago and to this day she and I still haven't spoken a word since.

"Addy," Dexter said my name and shook my shoulder slightly. I shook my head and then looked up at him.

"Yeah, sorry." I moved away from his touch and cleared my throat. "What's up?" I asked in a snappy tone.

"You're thinking about it again, aren't you?" His voice was low and I froze as his words left his mouth. I thought I loved Dexter and then come to find out he didn't care for me more than just a hole to stick it in.

"It's hard not to. So many things make me think about it." I felt his hand softly grab mine and I quickly yanked it back like he'd burned me.

"Please don't," I asked but he touched me again.

"It's been two months and you haven't let me touch you once. You haven't let anyone touch you. I've apologized a hundred times and I don't know what else to do. Do you want me to move out?" My head whipped around to look at him as he spoke, wanting to see the look on his face as he tried to make him wanting to leave my for good my decision.

What would my life be like if Dexter wasn't here? We didn't talk, touch or hardly look at each other now. Would it really be that different If he'd lived somewhere else? I didn't want to force him to be with me, so maybe him leaving was for the best?

"If that's what will make you happy, then yes." I turned away from him quickly and walked to my room. Just before I walked in, Dexter's hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me to a stop.

"Damn it, stop this. I've been trying to reach out to you for two months but all you do is act like you don't care. We had something amazing and I know I hurt you but that something special we shared is still in here." He released one side of my waist and touched his chest over his heart.

"You don't love me. Love doesn't hurt like this. I loved you and it seems like the second I showed you and really let you in, you cheated. You should just leave. I know you don't want me like that anymore and that's okay. I don't expect you to take care of me and put your life on hold because I'm sad. I'll be fine, now let me go." I tried to push his chest to gain some kind of space between us but Dexter's grip on me tightened, making my chest press against his.

"I do love you and maybe that's the real problem here. I've apologized, told you exactly how I feel and the more I place myself in your life the less you want me around." His words lit a flame of rage in me and I pushed his chest again. I thrashed around and yelled at him to let me go.