Y/n's POV:
"You know what talking to you is like?" The calm tone Shawn holds becomes slightly terrifying, considering how mad he was just moments ago, screaming and yelling, about the topic of how much time he's been spending with some girl.
I scoff, trying to hold back threatening tears. The last thing I would want to do is cry in front of him, he doesn't deserve the satisfaction that comes with seeing those tears.
"What?" I meant to sound stronger than a broken squeak but his words find a way to knock every breath out of me, a weakness I have. Not only were my words sad, but also tinted with annoyance, he must not see how frustrating it is to have every headline written about him and some girl he's been hanging around, it's just awful because while he's with her, I'm stuck here practically waiting by the window for him to come home.
"It's like talking to some narcissistic ass hole, you're full of yourself. All you worry about is yourself y/n." Shawn's voice is a low growl and I'm pretty sure my breathing stopped altogether.
He can't mean that, I think in disbelief, he could never mean that.
"It's funny how we almost spend no time together, but the time that we do have I have you calling me either an ass or any other hurtful word you can come up with," the tears are hot on my cheeks and my breathing is labored.
"I find it funny that I have a girlfriend who's supposed to love and trust me, constantly questioning my actions with some girl!" Shawn's grip on the coffee cup becomes so tight his knuckles turn white, and he's no longer sitting at the table but standing up with a red face.
"You wouldn't understand," I cover up my face with a sob, losing hope in him ever saying that there is nothing between the two of them. All he has said was how awful I'm being, but not once do I get a reassurance or an explanation.
"You don't think that I get jealous too?" He practically laughs at his words, but the anger is evident, never letting up, "You don't think when you're literally flirting with every guy there is to talk to out there that it doesn't bother me?"
What the hell? How can he even say I have flirted when I spend most of my time at our apartment dealing with the crap that gets thrown my way, because of his many of times careless mistakes.
"What are you talking about?" Both of voices gone from the previous yelling, we sound tired and more than done with this topic of argument.
"I'm talking about you being a slut and probably hooking up with all my friends while I'm away," Shawn doesn't trust himself not to break the coffee mug so he sets it down, boiling over with intense anger.
"You're so good at jumping to conclusions!" I am gasping for air at the amount of cries I've let out, not wanting anything more than to end this.
His word choice of 'slut' is still getting beneath my skin, making me more hurt than ever.
"Well you said it yourself y/n," he sighs, again, too calm for this to be comfortable, "we never spend time anymore do we? What else can I think you do when you get lonely." Shawn picks up his coat laying lazily over the couch, slipping his arms through the sleeves.
"I wait for you," I whisper, so quiet that I know he can't hear, so he just raises an eyebrow at my mumbled words and grabs his keys.
"Exactly darling, nothing to say because I'm right aren't I."
I want to punch something and scream, but it bothers me that if he does believe I've been cheating, he isn't the least bit alarmed or sad about it.
I thought he loved me.
"I'll be going, I'll come back to get my stuff, but trust me babygirl, this relationship was fun while it lasted."
Shawn walks by, with me still silently crying, and makes his way to the door, opening it and slipping out into the snowy brutal night.
"I wait for you."
_____________________________________________________________________________________~zoinks that was bad.
~Leah
