"What are you talking about?" Jo asked, her voice no louder than a whisper.
"I knew a long time ago that Asher had been cheating on you with Vanessa. I even knew when you were dating him, but I didn't say anything because I knew that you wouldn't believe me. And I didn't tell you until now because I knew that it would break your heart, but you need to realize that Asher never loved you, he just loved your fame and body."
Jo searched for words, but couldn't seem to find any. She looked around the room, but soon realized that I was the only thing that she could see, "I-I want to believe that somewhere he is good. A person cannot be all evil. He loved me, that has to be his good quality."
"Jo, he never loved you," I repeated.
"He once loved me."
"No, he didn't, Jo-" I began, but Jo cut in on the last part, "NIall, you can't say whether or not he loved me! I knew, you didn't!"
"Then why did he hurt you?"
Jo was having trouble defending him, so her eyes fell to the ground, "He hurt me because he has anger issues and drinking problems."
"He didn't even care about you, he wanted you for fame, but he slept with other sluts when he was out," I told her.
No one loves me..." she whispered, "Everything that I thought was love actually wasn't. Who am I to say that what we have is love? Maybe you're using me like he was." Jo's voice as surprisingly calm, which made it even scarier. I guess you could say it as the calm before the storm.
"Jo, what we have is love, I can assure you that," I said. Jo's head shot up, "Then why do you keep trying to have sex with me when I don't want to?"
I didn't have an answer for that, but Jo knew how to react to it. She jumped up and stormed off into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.
I groaned and hid my face in my hands for a second before they fell back to my sides. I pulled my pajama pants on quickly and then I pressed my hands against the mattress and hoisted myself up and over to the door.
I didn't need to wait this time; I simply opened up the door. I knew that she was cutting and I had to stop her before she hurt herself too seriously.
I opened up the door and saw Jo throw something into the bathtub before I could even get a glimpse of it. I didn't need to look, though. I already knew that it was a razor.
Jo self-consciously pulled her sleeves farther down and griped the ends. She hid her eyes in the ends of her sleeves and pressed her elbows against her knees. The room fell silent as it began to fill with Jo's sobs.
I slowly walked over to her side and crouched beside her. Jo was sitting on top of the toilet seat, but when I crouched beside her, she didn't even bother to make eye contact.
I rested my hand on her knee, but she turned the other way, "Don't touch me," She cried.
"Baby, come on, what do I have to do to make you understand that I love you?" I softly asked.
"Leave me alone."
I couldn't just let her sit here and cry, we needed to solve things between us. This will just ruin our relationship if we don't fix things.
