Death Of Love

Chapter 11

I couldn't breathe.

It's been three weeks since he knocked on my door, and maybe it was for the best that he just turned away. But god damn, I miss him.

I started to remember everything at that moment.

The taste of his mouth, and his touch. How his hands fit perfectly in mine, and he was gentle with every move. The feelings he gave me, my heart was exploding. I never told anyone about him knocking on the door. Ever. I refused.

I see him sometimes, out in the yard. Playing with his little sister, and it makes my heart warm. He's happy. He hasn't had a girlfriend since me, at least I don't think he has.

I see him in school, too. It's his senior year this year and I just got into the high school. He's very popular, and he sits at the same lunch table as me because I am also popular, but he sits at different ends.

He's in football and I'm a cheerleader, so I cheer for him in my heart at all of his games.

It hurts still, I hear his name a lot and I can't get him off my mind.

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As the week's passed, I grew more and more depressed. I skipped a few games in hopes to not see him, but I find myself on my front porch waiting for him to get home.

He doesn't notice me though, well, maybe he does, but he chooses to ignore me.

By now, it's been two months since he's knocked on my door.

Today is November 3, and I hear a knock on my door. I'm just assuming it's my mother of course, she probably forgot her key at home.

I opened the door to find Landon standing there, soaking wet from the rain.

"Um, can I help you?" I ask him, roughness in my voice.

"Yeah, well. I walked to the park to hang out with some friends and. Well." He said, "They live in different blocks than me, and I can't get into my house because my family isn't home and I don't have my key. I was just wondering if I could crash here for the night maybe ?"

He acted like nothing ever happened between him and I, like it was all just a dream I had, and honestly, I wish it was.

Because, well, he loved hurting girls. Not physically, he had never hit a girl. Well, he did once, but I'll tell you about that later because it was a mistake. He loved hurting them mentally, he got off from it. It was legal, too. He never cared how long it took, he was in no rush, but he still did it. And that's what he did to me, he hurt me. He got off from it, and I knew I was his favorite victim, mo other girl loved him like I did.

"Yeah, sure. I was just making dinner, come in," I gestured for him to walk into my home.

"Thank you so much, Jupe, it means a lot." No questions asked, of course.

6. He's said my name 6 times in my whole entire life.

"No problem," I chuckled softly as he came in.

As he walked in, I felt this home turn into a house because it was poisoned with his touch.

We went into the kitchen, I was cooking and he didn't say a word, just sat at the table watching me.

It was like we didn't know each other, which we kind of didn't anymore.

A thought came to mind: maybe I should hurt him, just like he did to me.

Come on Jupiter, this is your chance, make him food and lay him down, then when you're about to go to sleep, tell him he's no longer welcome here and push him out the door.

I'm not going to, of course. How could I ?

We ate in silence for what felt like ages, but it was only about ten minutes.

My mom didn't get home until a little later, because I had texted her and asked. I walked him to the guest bedroom, not saying a word the whole time. It didn't feel right to speak at this time.

My mom came home after he played down, asking why there was an extra plate dirty. I told her that a friend was spending the night and thank god she didn't ask who.

She ate her dinner and went to bed, she had to get up before everyone else.

Maybe I will hurt him, maybe.

A/n I actually got a longish chapter update so yayyyy! Love you guy, point out errors if you want ;) xoxoxosky