Living With My Ex Who Hates Me

Beginning Of The End

(Gabrielle's POV)
Today is the day my life ends. Today is the day Kyndel becomes my room mate basically. He and Jack will be in the room next to mine. We have to share a bathroom too. Lovely. Two boys trying to occupy the same bathroom I take an hour in in the mornings. Just what I need. Not to even mention one of them broke my heart. Hell my parents don't even know we broke up so it will be so awkward!
"Honey! They're here! Come help them unload their things!" My mom calls from downstairs. I roll my eyes and head outside to find another cold December day with white coats of snow all around. Maybe taking the high road will get me through these 2 months of hell. I step outside to find Mrs. Barnett, Mr. Barnett, Jack, Landon (their senior brother who tried to hook up with me) and Kyndel getting out of their 2016 Audi.  Jack immediately runs up to me and gives me a big hug.
"I'm so sorry this has to happen. At least we have each other. I promise I will try to help you avoid my brother." He whispers into my ear as he releases me.
"Thank you. I'll help you carry your stuff in." I offer. I walk up to the open trunk and grab two boxes with "jack" written on the tops, stacking one on top of the other. As I turn around, I feel a bump on my shoulder and the top box falls. My nightmare begins.
"Oops." The deep, menacing voice says sarcastically. I pick up the box. When I get back up, my eyes meet Kyndel's dark brown eyes. He pouts his lip out.
"What's wrong baby? Can't take a little joke?" He laughs sadistically.
"Ok piss off Kyndel" Jack says as he pushes him away. Kyndel grabs three boxes and walks into the house.
"You can get through this. Just act like it doesn't phase you then rant to me about how awful he is. Also ignore Landon. He will talk shit but he only does it because he has no life."
"Thanks, Jack." We continue to chatter about random things as we carry stuff into the house. Kyndel and Landon just sit in the house, raiding our pantry. No wonder Landon is bigger and Kyndel just can't quite get abs. After an hour of taking boxes and bins in and out, I finally walk up to my room and relax as the Barnetts settle in and set up their things. I close my door and lock it and turn my speaker on. I play Panic! At The Disco's "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" as loud as it goes and I lay on my bed and turn the tv on (obviously I can't hear it but I don't care). I turn Supernatural on and let my worries drain out the door as I finally relax.
(30 mins later)
As Dean kills the demon and escapes from the building with Sam unconscious in the Impala, the suspense kills me. My playlist still continues to play songs. I'm at the edge of the bed with happiness. Just then...Kyndel walks in my room and turns off my speaker.
"Goddamn! How can you hear?! I mean the music is great but loud." (He showed most of my music to me sadly. But I still like it.. THAT DOESN'T MEAN I STILL LIKE HIM.)
"Get out Kyndel!" I shout at him.
"Woah chill!" He pauses and looks around. "Same blue walls, same bed sheets, same band posters. This room is exactly as I remember when I laid in that bed with you! Haha still can't believe I did that." He begins.
"Kyndel seriously just leave! I was finally relaxing after this nightmare until you came in." I state blankly.
"After this moving nightmare... or the fact I dumped you. Let's be honest. You probably still love me no matter how much pain I cause you. You still remember those nights we spent hours just kissing, cuddling, and watching movies in here. You still cry over those memories I let you have. You still love me." If words could kill, I just died a thousand deaths. His wordspierced through me like bullets. I do still love him, despite his bitterness for no reason. He is just doing that to sound cool. Tears began to form in my eyes, but I quickly turn around before any can fall.
"Leave me alone Kyndel! Your ego exceeds you so much!" I raise my voice at him. I lay down facing the wall when I feel the bed dip and an arm sling across me. I turn my head and see the monster next to me. I try to fight him off, but his strength held me in place, forced to listen to his toxic words.
"Remember how this was your favorite thing in the world? To just lay and feel like you were loved? Haha well for me, it didn't mean a thing. I did it just to say I was taken. It worked too! So many cute girls want me now. I will give you that. Your beauty got me a lot of girls. But now look at you. You're a mess. A poor delicate mess."
"GO AWAY KYNDEL!" I yell at him. I finally manage to break myself free and I slap him in the face. Moments later, Jack busts in and pulls Kyndel off my bed. My makeup is smeared and my tears are heavy. Kyndel leaves with a smug smile. Jack pulls me close.
"I'm so so so sorry about him! I don't even know what to say. Please just act like he's not even real. I hate seeing you hurt." Jack says sympathetically.
"You should just tell your parents about his abuse." Jack suggests.
"I can't. He will tell them what I did with him if I snitch" I respond to Jack.
"Who cares? Your parents will get over it. But this abuse needs to stop now! I'll give you a week to think of a better solution but if you don't, I will tell your mom for you."
"Ok deal"
For the rest of the night, Jack stayed with me in my room watching movies, making jokes, and drinking hot chocolate until I fell asleep.