Addiction

Chapter 6

*Eva's Outfit above*
Eva's POV

"Thank you." I say as Chris stands outside the front door. He smiles and nods before enveloping me in a much needed hug.

"Let me know if anything else happens." He says with tears in his eyes as he examines the now much darker bruises that cover my neck. He leaves slowly and eventually I am left to myself. I clean up the kitchen and then I decide to just relax at home since it was only Saturday. I didn't have any plans but I was hoping that someone I knew would eventually text me and ask me to go out.

As I wash the dishes, the house becomes quiet once more so I play my music just to make me feel a little bit better. I dance my way around the kitchen to finish cleaning up and eventually I decide to take a nice shower.

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The scalding water cascades down my back once more before I turn off the shower. I get out and wrap an opaque blue towel around my waist before wiping my hand across the mirror to clear the steam. I look at myself and bags are visible under my eyes as well as the dark bruises on my neck. They look like hickeys because of how dark they are and yet I wish that's what they were.

As I get dressed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a black shirt and black ankle boots to give me a bit more height, I go into my closet and see light blue denim hanging up. It's wrinkly because it's been nearly a year since I've worn this and I remember it was given to me from Jonas after our first date.

I smile at the thought of the old us and tie it around my waist to add color to the dark outfit I've chosen for the day. I'm not even going anywhere and yet I'm still dressed nicely. I sit down in my living room and scroll through my Facebook slowly. I see pictures of Chris and William and a bunch of other friends and finally a post from Ingrid.

It's a picture of Jonas being shirtless and her hand on his chest. The caption read: Fuck I love him.

The taste of vomit slowly begins to rise in my throat and I rush to the bathroom. I fill the toilet with this morning's breakfast and tears begin to rush down my face as I come to the realization of my boyfriend cheating on me with his ex. I take a screen shot of it and then text it to Jonas. He doesn't type back which makes me angrier as I type him a message.

To: Jonas
This is how you fucking repay me for everything! I have been there for you no matter what! This is where you were yesterday when I asked you, isn't it?! Fuck you jonas. I hope you have a great fucking life with Ingrid.

I send the message and instantly I get a call from Jonas. I press the decline button and soon enough he stops calling. I can't make myself get off the floor of the bathroom and I pray to God that he would kill me now.

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I listen to the sound of knocking on the front door for about ten minutes before I rush over and open to see who could possibly be trying to ruin my day even more. It's Jonas and his eyes are begging for mercy. I slam the door but as the door gets closer to the door frame, Jonas barges in and shuts the door.

"Eva. It's not what you think. I can explain everything." He pleads with sad eyes.

"I don't want your explanation Jonas. You've been cheating on me and a part of me has had the suspicion all along. Just get out." I say while breaking down on the floor.

"Babe. You know I love you more than I ever will her. You're the light of my life. I love you so much. Don't leave me. I'll cut it off with Ingrid now." He says and suddenly my heart begins to beat with hope for us but my brain says no.

"I don't want your fucking sorrow and your cliche lies. Get out. We are over." I spat at him. Him saying all those nice things began to make my blood boil unlike ever before.

"I can change for you." He says while grabbing my hand. His touch doesn't affect my skin now that I've found out that my addiction to him was the worst thing I could have ever started.

"Once a cheater, always a cheater." I say to him with no expression on my face. I can tell that my comment has made him angry and I suddenly regret taking those rebellious steps in the danger zone. He storms out of my house, no words left in the air, only the sound of my heart breaking.

I think of the first person who could possibly make me feel better and suddenly I'm dialing their number. After a couple of rings, Chris' phone is answered.

"Chris, can you come over? Jonas.." I start my sentence before I am cut off by an unfamiliar feminine voice.

"Um..who is this?" The girl on the other line says.

"This is Chris' friend Eva. Who's this?" I say with a few sniffles. The voice on the other line lets out a deep sigh before speaking once more.

"This is his girlfriend, Iben."