Not So Bad After All (BWWM)(EDITING)

Chapter Seventeen

Not So Bad After All
Book One
Chapter Seventeen
Rose's Pov
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My phone started vibrating again and I picked it up. Ryan's name flashed across the screen for the hundredth time today and I ignored him for the hundredth time today... I threw the phone back down on the couch and continued studying.

It's been a week since the whole couples night thing and I haven't spoken to him since. I wish I could say I miss him but what exactly would I miss? Being sad all the time? Being lied to, disrespected, and disregarded? No thanks.

I'm only sad that we ended things the way we did and that he couldn't love me the way that I deserve to be loved. I'm sad that I don't have anyone to call my own anymore. Though I'm not sure I ever really did. I'm sad that, in losing my relationship with Ryan, I lost a good friend too. But if I stayed with him, I would only be hurting myself and I didn't want to do that anymore.

I avoided Ryan at school too. It wasn't hard to do. I just didn't go to my locker or to the lunchroom and at the end of the day, I left through the side doors by the library. I don't have the patience to deal with him and the drama that he so desperately craves for these days.

He hasn't come to my job yet, but that's probably because he forgot where I worked and he wouldn't dare come to my house randomly and risk running into my Dad? He's not suicidal.

"I had reached the summit, as I had dreamed I would in the dark years of slavery, and there, beyond the sphere of human vision, we met and embraced. We would never be alone again," I continued to read, All But My Life by Gerda Weissmann Klein, aloud.

Suddenly I heard people yelling from outside. This neighborhood is quiet and relatively peaceful. Nothing ever happens here. So naturally, I'm surprised and on high alert. Why would people be shouting and arguing outside?

I jumped up from where I was seated on the couch and ran to the window by my front door. I couldn't see anything from this angle but the shouting was much louder and clearer. There was a whole lot of cursing and name-calling going on, that's for damn sure.

Being the nosey person I am, I opened my door a little and peeked my head out just to see which house the arguing was coming from. To the right of me, I saw Jayden. The front door was slammed in his face and in a rage he began kicking the fuck out of it repeatedly. Every kick was followed up by a flurry of curse words.

I flung my door open all the way open, my body moving before my mind could even catch up with it. I could hear a woman on the inside of his house crying out for him to leave. He'd stop kicking the door at that point, no longer wanting to get in his house once the woman's words penetrated his ears.

"Fine," His voice cracked. He sounded utterly broken.

He head towards his car in the driveway and I rushed  over to him, just as he opened the door to his car.

"Jayden, are you okay?" I asked concerned. "What's going-"

"It's none of your fucking business! Run back into your fucking shack and leave me alone!" He yelled at me.

I knew he was pissed but I'd never seen him like this before. He's been mad at me before, tons of times, but never like this. I tried not to let his words get to me. Usually, I'd be going for his throat by now, but something was telling me that now is not the time for petty arguing. He's hurting and hurt people, hurt people.

He was getting in his car but I stopped him by grabbing his arm, "Come on."

"What could you possibly want from me right now?" He shouted.