I told Eric goodbye as i heard the doorbell ring. My heart was starting to pound in my chest so hard i could hear it in my ears. My stomach was doing summersalts. What was going to happen? I have no idea. I was with Eric now. That was already astablished. And yet, my ex was coming to my house to try to win me back. Yep, this was going to be a lot more complicated than i thought.
As i opened the door, he looked the same as i last saw him. His eyes full of pain and appology. But also a touch of lust as his eyes trailed down my body. I slap him in the face.
"Hey! Eyes up here!" i snap, rolling my eyes. He appologizes and walks into the house.
We both sat on the couch as an akward silence started to overcome the room. Was it this complicated to talk to him now? We used to say so much. Now its as if we are strangers.
"I'm sorry." He whispered quietly as he broke the hard ice. I gasped in shock as he layed his hand on mine. There were sparks going up and down my body and even though i was screaming at my hormones to slow down, it just didn't happen. It wouldn't let me calm down.
The same feelings came back. The kisses, the love that he was trying so hard to give me. Why didn't i just let him in while i could? Why didn't i tell him about my mother sooner? It could have been so easy. None of this nonsense would have happened. We'd be in love and together.
But i was with Eric now. He was happy. And he needs happiness. He needs comfort and love because he isn't getting it at home. His father shuns him out because of his mother's tragic accident. I still can't comprehend how his father blames him for his wife's death. It just isn't right. Now Eric has too much pain to handle. I couldn't bring more pain into his life. If he was happy, i was happy and he is all that i need to care about now.
"I have a boyfriend." I spit out. I regretted saying it when i saw the sorrow on Eddie's face, but it had to be done. I couldn't have him kiss me or touch me or anything that could affect Eric and I's relationship.
"What? A boyfriend? Already?! What the hell, Sarah?!!" He yells, pulling at his hair and pounding his fist on the granite counter. Anger started to build on his face. He was mad at me for moving on?? What the fuck?!?!
"What did you expect, Eddie? You ignored me. You shut me out of your life!! Then you go and make out with The Post- It?!! Seriously?!?! And you're mad at me for moving on?!?!?!" I scream back just as powerful and with just as much rage. This shocks him, as if he didn't expect for me to defend myself. I wasn't the same broken girl he knew a almost two months ago.
I see Eddie's face soften, and he takes steps towards me. He grabs my hand and i see satisfaction in his eyes as my knees start to get numb. I hate this so much. I hate how he can make me weak just by his touch. His face was too close, and i can tell that he sees me tense up.
"I love you, Sarah," He says softley as his breath brushes against my neck. It sends chills down my spine. God. Damn.
I can't have him take advantage of me like this. He thinks all he has to do is tell me that he loves me and touch me to make me crawl back to him. Well, he thought wrong. I'm not some puppet that he can just control by pulling on some heart-strings.
"No. You don't." I hiss as i place my hands on his chest and push him away from me, causing him to stumble back a few feet.
I go up to him and push him harder, causing him to grib on the counter for support.
"Leave! Get out!" I scream, pushing him towards the back door.
"Sarah, stop. Your hurting me."
Thats when I froze. Hurt him? I see a small smirk spread across his lips but as soon as we meet eyes he turns into some innocent 'victim'. What a fucking asshole. He was using my abusive past against me!! Trying to make me believe that i'm turning into my fucking mother?!?!! Oh, Hell. No.
I slowly walk up to him, putting my face close to his and glare straight into his eyes. I hear him gulp in fear. Perfect.
"I'm not some broken girl anymore, Eddie. I'm stronger than you think. Now, go home, and leave me the hell alone. Got it?" I hiss in his face as he gets up, and walks out the front door.
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