Cheater (Complete)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: No Sex!

NOT EDITED AT ALL!!

Memory

“Don't leave” Dean's hazel eyes were pleading like a puppy's when it hasn't been fed. I pushed past him to get inside the house, waving goodbye to Ricky as I went.

I decided at the last minute that I wasn't gonna be a coward. If I was going to face Dean, I was doing it alone, like a man. I wasn't gonna stoop to a new low and hide behind someone else.

I walked with a determined stride to Dean's room. I was getting my little boxes and leaving in my car. I wasn't going to stay here any longer.

I wasn't in any physical danger. Dean wasn't mistreating me or being mean to me.

But I couldn't stay here when I knew he was still messing around with other women. No, I wasn't in any physical danger but my emotions had already suffered enough because of him. I didn't need any more scars. I was done: getting out before he could hurt me more than he already had. I wasn't in love (yet) but damn it, I was leaving before I fell.

I wasn't stupid enough to stay when I knew he couldn't really care for me. I had ample evidence that he couldn't. Why else would he lie to my face, pretending to be sweet and courteous but see other women behind my back? It was so simple. He was using me. For what, I didn't know. Maybe he had hoped I'd fall with my legs wide open in invitation if I lived with him long enough.

That wasn't gonna happen.

“Please, Rosita, you don't understand” he tried to stop me by grabbing onto my arm. I twisted it until it hurt and he was forced to let go.

“Stop talking to me” I hissed at him. Okay, yes; I was angry. I couldn't believe that I had been such a fool. I never thought that my man would ever cheat on me. It honestly never crossed my mind. And that's why I was beating myself up so badly.

I never even saw it coming.

“But you don't understand!” he followed me to his room with a desperate stride. We passed Marcella's room, the loud noise of her snoring cutting into our non-conversation. He stayed quiet until we got inside his room and he shut the door quietly.

No one wanted to wake up Marcella. It was a seriously bad idea.

I left my school bag by the door and went to find and pack my things.

“I don't want to understand, Dean. Go fuck yourself” I hissed again, throwing together my few things. It surprised me to find them where I did. I hadn't realized that I had made myself so comfortable in his space. It disgusted me and my fuel to leave only burned brighter.

I had to escape this trap.

“Please. Just please hear me out” he held my school bag in his hands, his knuckles turning white with his tight grip. I studied him closely. He didn't look like a man who was simply using me. Of course, I had never experienced anything like this so I wouldn't exactly know but I had a hunch. He certainly had the brief panicked, desperate look in his eyes and they were both the red from crying. I felt the unwelcome beginnings of sympathy.

I didn't want to feel sorry for him but I couldn't help it. He looked like a mess.

“Fine. Talk” I barked, not wanting to hear what he had to say but not wanting to leave without my school bag either.

I gathered up my two little boxes and I stood in front of him, waiting for his grand excuse.

“I used to fuck Mrs. Adams” he blurted out. I went entirely still. I couldn't barely force myself to breathe.

Oh sure. It was one thing to hear some rumors but it was something else entirely to hear it from his mouth. It hurt much more than I thought it would.