Broken With You

THOSE DAYS

I wake up and smile when I see him next to me. He's snoring a little and kind of drooling, but on somebody like him he still looks absolutely gorgeous. I place my hand in his hair and ruffle it a little. Soon I realize he's awake because he smiles and instantly opens his eyes.

"I hate when you do that."

"Well, oh well. I love it when you think I'm asleep and you just stare at me like I'm a God", he says kissing me on my cheek. I playfully push him away and get up. I look in my mirror and see the monstrosity that I call hair. I decide to just put it into a messy bun, instead of brushing thru it and ripping some strands out of my scalp and then burning my finger when I flat iron it. Basically I decide to do a hairstyle that says: I'm lazy.

I do the usual bathroom routine and change into some jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. Simple, but pretty. He is still on my bed, but is now staring at his phone and smiling like crazy. He doesn't really smile at me like that all the time. Jealousy fills my body and I throw one of my old books at him, hitting him on the head.

"Ow, what the fuck! It's too early for that, man."

"What are you smiling at?", I ask sternly. He looks up at me after he went back to staring at his phone. He looks surprised. I never asked about anything on his phone because I trust him, but I couldn't help but to ask.

"Nothing. Just a post on Instagram."

"What did it say? I wanna hear it." He looks at me and I can tell he's annoyed. If it was just a post on Instagram, he would've already told me quickly. Which means he is lying to me or I at least think he is.

"We're not doing that today."

"Doing what?"

"The jealous girlfriend thing." Really?

"The jealous girlfriend thing? Are you serious? When have I ever acted jealous? I really want to know." Now I was getting mad. He's acting like I always act jealous. That I always ask to check his phone and see what he's looking at. I'm not that type of girlfriend and he knows that.

No response. He gets up and puts his socks and shoes on. I stand in front of him blocking him from leaving my room. He rolls his eyes and sighs.

"I asked you a question." He starts to push me out the way when I snatch his phone out his hand and look at it. I freeze when I see a girl's ass right on the screen. Before I can do anything the phone is taken out of my and I'm pushed against the wall hardly with a hand on my throat.

I see anger in his eyes that I've never seen before and the air in my lungs is decreasing by the second from his strong grip.

"Le....let me g.....go Sa......." I couldn't even finish my sentence before I started to black out. But soon my neck is let go and if all to the ground trying to catch my breath.

I'm still on the ground when my head lifted up by him.

"Don't ever do that again. Or I'll do worse. Understand?", he says. I don't reply, which causes him to squeeze my chin hardly and I nod. He lets go of my chin and tears are running down my face. Ignoring my quiet sobs, he kissed me on my lips and walked away from me without saying another word.

I wake up sweating and I start crying. Mom and dad rush into my room and hold me while I continue to cry for awhile. They know what my little sob fest was about. It was him. Sneaking into my dreams once again and turning them into nightmares.

Get him out your head, Lea. You have Jace.

I have Jace. I have Jace and the same thing is happening that happened with him. He never told me anything and in the end I wish I didn't find out what he was hiding. Jace can't be like him and if he is, I'll never forgive myself. Because it was me who chose to date Jace, so it was me who did this to myself.