NBA

Do Me A Favor (part 10)

You felt your heart constrict at seeing him right in front of you. "Kev, what are you—"

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" DeAndre suddenly burst out. His voice was dripping with rage, but you could tell he was trying his hardest to contain himself, to not just stride over to Kevin and deck him in the face. "You cannot walk in here and tell my girlfriend these things."

Kevin scoffed. "This is none of your business."

"It is, because I am her boyfriend. So, I suggest you walk out right now. Before this gets ugly," said DeAndre, gesturing at the door.

"Y/N, please," Kevin ignored DeAndre and turned to you, his eyes imploring you. "Hear me out."

"No," your voice shook, but in that moment, the heart-wrenching pain he had caused you came back with full force. Your will was set in iron and nothing he could say would budge you. "Get out."

"Y/N, I love you. I'm sorry—"

"Get out!"

"Hey, she said to get out," DeAndre strode over to Kevin, who glared at him as he approached. DeAndre's arm swung back before his fist connected with Kevin's jaw, sending him reeling back against the wall. Kevin grunted as he held his jaw, glowering at DeAndre, and it took everything in your power to not go running to Kevin, make sure he was okay. You inwardly scoffed, after everything he had done and you were still caring about his well-being.

"Leave now," DeAndre warned him.

"This is her house—" Kevin began to say.

"Kevin, get out," you said in a calm voice, frowning at him as he straightened up on his feet. "You and I have nothing. We are nothing. Not after what you did. So, get out," you enunciated each word with scorn.

Kevin was parting his lips to beg you to let him stay when you stomped over to where he was standing. Your hands met his firm chest, and with all the strength you had, you began to push him to the door. Tears ran down your cheeks, anger fueling your every move.

Kevin looked into your eyes, void of any care for him. He had truly lost you, and all because he had been scared of the future and had sought out a haven in his past. Kate had been everything he had ever desired in a relationship, but that had been twelve years ago. Kevin had grown to need you, and only you. He saw his world come crumbling down, piece by piece, with every step you took in kicking him out of your home, the one he had been welcomed into for so many years.

Kevin's voice was meek when he spoke, betraying the sadness compressing his chest. "Don't do this, doll."

You couldn't say another word to him. After what seemed like hours of pushing, he stood outside your apartment. Your hand shook as it reached for the doorknob, fingers almost slipping. But you managed to do it, were able to slam the door in his face. You were able to shut out who had been the most important person in your life for six years. And that's when every breath you took began to hurt.

You turned your body around, your back pressing against the door. Feeling your knees buckle, you barely felt it when you hit the ground. All you could focus on was the ripping apart of your sanity.

DeAndre was next to you in a heartbeat, his arms surrounding you. They were gentle as they hoisted you up, his scent invading your senses. He smelled like cologne, clean and put together. He smelled nice. But he didn't smell like home. Kevin had smelled like home to you, with the smell of generic soap and mint shampoo always lingering when he was around. You had come to associate it with your happiness. His smile had put a silver lining on your problems for years, and now your world was coming apart at the seams.