Find A Way Back To Us | Septiplier | Cause Trouble In Me Sequel

Nineteen

>Mark<

I sped quickly toward the apartment, not caring about the stop lights. I was too infuriated to stop the actions I was about to pull.

When I reached the apartment buildings parking lot, I saw Amy going over to her car.

What was she doing here?

I tried to make my anger subside, but Amy flinched when she saw my facial expression.

"You look like you're about to kill someone," she said, making space between us.

"I'm not," I said, emotionless. "What are you doing here anyway?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, I was just trying to find you, but Jack said you weren't around."

I furrowed my brows. "Jack opened the door for you?"

Her eyes went wide as if she said the wrong thing. "Well, I mean, he thought it was you. And he opened it. Then he told me about his ankle. That's it."

I nodded, not believing the words she said. "I'm going to go check up on him then." I headed towards my apartment.

"Wait!" she called out.

I turned around, becoming annoyed. "What?"

She kept her relaxed posture. "Just know that everything he does is for you, he's trying to help you, Mark."

I turned around, not caring. I was tired of everything that's been going on between Jack and me. I was sick of the fact he thinks he still knows me. I'm was longer the old me, I did not want to be played with anymore.

I didn't hesitate on opening the door quickly, revealing Jack walking around the space. His eyes went wide as if I just caught him stealing a cookie for the cookie jar. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came; he knew he couldn't defend the reason why he lied to me.

"You lied to me," I said, frustrated.

He played with the bracelets on his wrist, not able to form words. His silence was only making my anger worse.

"Why did you lie to me!?" I yelled, making him flinch.

"I'm sorry..." he said, in a quiet whisper.

I forced a laugh, feeling my blood boil with anger. "That's all you say! That's all you ever said! But a simple sorry can't turn back time!"

I was beyond angry at this point.

"Did you plan all of this?! Coming back just to ruin my life?! I don't care if I was depressed, I don't even care if I died, I was better off without you," I yelled.

"You don't mean that," he said, trying to keep his voice constant.

"But I do! I was better off killing myself than being here with you again!" I yelled.

I noticed tears were welling up in his eyes; my plan was slowly working. "I didn't...All I wanted to do was make us better. I wanted to make you who you once was again..."

"Well, apparently that didn't work! All you've done is make my entire life worse." I looked at him and yelled the words I knew I would soon regret. "I wish I had never met you!"

"You don't mean that!" he yelled, his voice overpowering mine.

My blood was boiling, and I could no longer calm down; nothing he could say was going to bring me back to reality.

"But I do! I just lost my job because of you! The only job I had to sustain myself. I can't even think straight when you're around me anymore." Then I hit him with my final blow. "I hate you!"

He stood there as if his world had finally crashed. This time he actually started crying; again I was the reason he was crying, but this time I wasn't going to fix it.

"I still know that you don't mean that," he said in between tears.

I frowned. In a way he was right, but in another, I did intend the words that had left my mouth. I missed the way we used to be, and I was so thankful that he tried to get us back, but I didn't have the strength to love again; to love him again. 

I chuckled. "That's where you are wrong. I do mean it. I hate you because you make me feel a thing I don't want to feel anymore..." I drifted off. "I don't want to try anymore. I don't want to try to find a way anymore."

He couldn't stop crying anymore, and the anger I once felt, turned into guilt.

"So what are you trying to say?" he murmured.

"We shouldn't try again, I think it's best if we just stay away from each other," I said, not caring about his feelings.

"You always do this!" he said, yelling the last part.

I flinched, noticing how he was getting angry.

"This is what you did last time! You asked for us not to be friends, but ended up realizing your feelings last minute!" he yelled at me.

It was obvious to me that his confidence wasn't the same either; he was able to stand up for himself, he didn't need me anymore.

"I know my feelings," I said, trying to convince him.

He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Is this really what you want? If it is, then I will walk out this door right now, and I will never come back. So think before you make your choice."

I will admit, I was terrified of the moment that was going on and knew that it could be stopped. However, my stubbornness was getting in the way. I looked at Jack, noticing his sad eyes and all the pain he was showing; and it was all my fault that he felt like that. I've always been the one who caused all that trouble in him; I didn't like that fact. He needed someone better; I don't deserve him.

"I need you to go," I whispered.

The expression on his face showed me that he didn't expect that for my answer; he hoped that I would ask him to stay. I noticed he did his best not to frown, as he nodded.

"Fine," he said, brushing past me. "I did everything for you, but it's clear that I shouldn't have. I won't be coming back."

He took the car keys from my hands, not lingering any longer. I watched as he slipped his shoes back on, and opened the door. He turned around slightly, saying, "I don't ever want to see you again."

And with that, he slammed the door shut.

I broke down immediately.  I fell to the ground, curling up into a ball, crying my eyes out. I know I regretted every single word I said, and possible hated the fact he had left but still felt that it was the best decision.

I slammed my fist against the ground, repeating the same words in my head.

I still love him.

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Not the last chapter. What did you think of this one tho? 🤗🤔