Trouble

Crazy Exes

"Wait, so why are you here Alex?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Just wanted to see how things were going." he smiles, a very obviously fake smile. "Oh, that's adorable. You were jealous!!" I exclaim, smiling when he starts blushing furiously. "N-no, I'm not jealous!" he stutters, continuing to blush. "Aww, wittle Awex is jeawous!" I giggle.  "You shouldn't be. Like anyone would want me, let's go." Jesse snapped walking away. "Don't say that, I heard all those guys talking to you in school through the earpiece." Alex replied, walking next to her. She glares at him and I drop back to give them some privacy. I stop completely and turn around to walk the other way, away from the Ferrari, which is where I'm assuming they are going. I remember that there is a park down the street a couple of blocks. Maybe I'll invite James.. Nah. I walk quickly past the restaurant with my head down so they wouldn't notice me if they glanced out the window. Once I am a couple of stores away, I slow down and find a vintage store. I peer into the window and see a couple of shirts that I might be interested in. Just then, a guy around his late teens, early twenties walked out carrying a bag. He turned to walk the way I was coming from but stopped when he saw me. "Skailyr?" he says, clearly surprised. "Uh, Jake, hi.. What are you doing here? I thought you were L.A., what are you doing all the way here in Phoenix?" I ask, involuntarily taking a step back. "I, uh, oh gosh, this is so awkward.." he laughs awkwardly. I raise an eyebrow. "I'm actually here because I wanted to see you. I wanted to talk to you about Jesse.. Is she, uh, seeing anybody?" he asks, putting his large hand on the back of his neck. "Yeah, she has a boyfriend, why?" I ask, hoping he didn't notice the waver in my voice. He swears loudly, causing people to turn their heads to look at us. "You're making a scene, Jake. Please calm down." I tell him through gritted teeth. "I don't fucking care!!" he shouts. That pushes me over the edge. "Now do you see why she never wanted to see you again! You lose control way too fucking easily and you were an abusive asshole! None of us can fucking stand you! You had Jesse fearing for her fucking life you goddamn bastard!! Leave us the fuck alone! Go back to goddamn L.A. you abusive fucking prick!!" I scream at him, then slap him across the face and run away, not caring about the people staring.  I hear footsteps slapping on the pavement behind me quickly and turn my head to see if it was Jake. Sure enough, he's sprinting after me. I run a little faster, and hear him speed up too. So, I turn to my last defense. I stop abruptly and wait for him to catch up to me, knowing that he will do something. I spin around and come face to face with him. I glare at him and start yelling again. "DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME BACK THERE?! I SAID LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!" I scream at him. "No, you dumb bitch! I won't!! Don't tell me what to fucking do!" he screams back at me, bringing his leg back slightly and connecting it to my shin with all of the force he can muster. I howl in pain and grab my leg. He must really be over the edge or he wouldn't have done that. "YOU ARE A FUCKING PSYCHO!" I scream at him and try to run. I howl in pain as my scalp bursts out in sudden pain from his pulling it as hard as he can. "Tell me where Jesse is!" he yells. "NO!" I scream back, as loud as I can. I am suddenly aware of people crowding around, trying to pull him off of me. "HELP!" I scream as loud as I can. He lets go of my hair and starts punching at the people pulling on him, then spins on his heel and punches me in the stomach as hard as he can. I topple backwards, into a random person's arms. "I need to get out of here, please help me." I whimper to them. I feel a fist connect with the back of my head and scream in pain. "Please help me!" I whimper to the person. I hear sirens approaching and know that he is going to run, like he always does. The police pull over and step out of the car, running over. "Are you okay miss? Can you tell us what happened?" he asks gently. I nod and explain exactly what happened. After I finished telling the story, the cop nods and asks if I have anybody that can come get me. "I only live right down the street, I can walk. Thank you though officer." I say, trying out a weak smile that probably looked more like a grimace and walk away. I get about halfway down the road, out of the line of view of the police and collapse in tears. And that's where Jesse and the guys find me 2 hours later, my lip busted open and hardly able to walk.