Prologue

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"What the hell was that Harry?" I yell as we walk through his apartment door.

"It was nothing, you're overreacting," he rolls his eyes as he throws off his shoes.

"Really? Cause it looked like she had seen you naked to me," I question him. He stops for a moment and there's a look of hesitation in his eyes. "Harry? Don't you dare tell me what I think you're going to tell me."

A look of guilt washes over his face before he starts, "It was just one time. I promise you it was nothing."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I spit as my suspicions were right.

"I promise you Indie I didn't mean for it to happen it just-"

"Don't you dare. Don't try and defend your actions again."

"It's just- you're not the same girl you used to be, and-" he tries to justify himself but I don't give him the chance.

"Really Harry? I'm not the same? After everything we've been through, everything you put me through, you think I'm the one who has changed? You think I'm the one who goes around and sleeps with every person that bats their lashes at me?"

"You just seem so broken now and I can't take the person you've become," I'm a little taken back by his words. He's the one in the wrong here and there's no way I'm letting him make this out to be my fault.

"You're the one who broke me. You do this all the time Harry. You break me, then try and fix me, then just break me again. What do you expect from me? I try and be the same girl I was before you came along but you make it so damn hard sometimes," I can't help the tears that fall down my cheeks. I don't want to cry. I've been in this position before and I forgave him for it, but I'm not about to do it again. "I'm done Harry. I can't do this anymore."

"So what? You're just giving up on us?" He dares to ask me.

"You're the one who gave up when you decided a good fuck was worth more than what we had." I start to walk out of the apartment, not wanting to look at him anymore.

"Indie, wait!" He shouts, but I'm already on my way out of his life and I'm not about to turn back again, but I don't know where to go. He's always been my home and now it's as if I'm homeless.

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