I Don't Care If It Will Break My Heart.

This Is The Last Time, This Is The Last Fight.

"What?" He said, his voice small.

"I know you were with Carlie the other day," I said louder, harsh. I was surprised by my own tone.

"Kari, I-" he started. I held up a hand.

"I don't want to hear it. When were you gonna tell me?" I questioned. He just stared at me. "You weren't, were you?"

"No, because it was just one time," he said, and I wanted to believe him so much. What was he doing with her? "We were only talking."

"About what?" I asked. He stayed silent again. I groaned in irritation. "Yeah, talking."

"We were, Kari," he said, trying his hardest not to sound irritated. It didn't work. "We talked, that's all."

"Yeah, right."

"Kari Lynn, what the fuck do you think I did with her?" He questioned, anger very evident in his gaze.

"I know how you feel about her, Christopher," I responded coldly.

"And you know how I feel about you. I would never do that to you Kari," he said as sincere as possible. For some reason, I just wasn't buying it. All that alcohol was making me brave.

"But it's Carlie. You know, the one you kept fucking comparing me to? And the one that made you think that I was gonna do the same thing to you that she did? Carlie, and now all of a sudden, you can talk to her, and you can't talk to me. I'm your fucking girlfriend Chris. You should be able to talk to me." I was so annoyed and pissed off by this point that there was no filter from my brain to my mouth, everything just came out.

"Yes, Kari, you are my girlfriend, but if I would've told you, you would have acted exactly the way you are now," he said, gesturing his hand toward me.

"How am I acting Chris?"

"Unreasonable."

"Unreasonable?" I said, giving him a cold glare. "How would you feel if I talked to Kyran about shit? You'd flip your shit."

"Yeah, but she didn't do to me what he did to you," he said, his voice rising. Why was he defending her?

"What the fucks the difference?! She hurt you way more than Kyran hurt me. There's so much of a double fucking standard when it comes to you and me. You can do whatever the fuck you want and I don't mind, I turn a blind eye because I'm afraid that shit, like this, will happen, but the minute I do something, or something from the past comes up, you blow your fucking top,-"I was referring to Niko"-and why all of the sudden are you defending her?!" I questioned, my voice turning into a full blown yell. "It's like you still have feelings for her or something!"

His eyes grew and he spoke no words. That told me all I needed to know. Without speaking, I moved towards the door.

"Kari," he said, his voice quiet and hurt. I looked at him. "You said you wouldn't leave me."

"And you said you wouldn't hurt me. I guess promises get broken." I slipped the ring off of my finger and tossed it at his feet. I pulled the door open and started to step out into the cold, night air. I stopped one more time, trying to blink back tears. "I hope she makes you happy."

"Kari, don't walk out, please," he called from behind me. I ignored him and walked away, as tears slid down my face. This was it.

It was over.