Side by side

69

Jenny's P.O.V

This is a side of him that I've never seen before. I don't understand how he can hurt me like this if he cares as much about me as he claims.. or claimed because obviously he doesn't care about me anymore. It feels like I'm dirt to him now, it feels like we're back at square one like when I started working at Shady Records, this is just worse. Not because I have feelings for him, no because he's a lot meaner now. Why does he act like such a victim now? He didn't walk in on me and another guy, did he? If it was me who had done what he did then he would have... no I don't even wanna think about that.

I'm so hurt in so many ways when I leave his suite. I feel stepped on, disrespected, hated and unwanted. I can't do this anymore.. I can't be here with him for another day, I have to get back to Detroit and away from him. Being around each other have done nothing good.

I open my computer and search for tickets home to Detroit and I can already get on a plane tomorrow morning. I wanna book that ticket so bad but I know that I have to talk it over with Paul first, make sure that I can do this without it having consequences for the team for the rest of the time.

I find my phone and call Paul even though I know it's late. It rings a couple of times before he picks up.

"Yeah." He says in a tired voice.

"Did I wake you?" I ask.

"Yeah, is everything okay?"

"Actually no." I sigh. "Would you mind if I take a flight home tomorrow morning?"

"Is it about what happened earlier?"

"Yes and what just happened and.." I stop myself. "Can I just book that ticket?"

"Jen, talk to me." Paul says softly and I begin to cry now.

"He's so mean." I cry.

"What happened? What has he done now?" He sighs.

"He totally flipped on me tonight when I wanted to talk about what happened earlier." I tell him crying. "He's so angry about me finding a new job."

"Of course he is Jen." Paul says softly. "He doesn't want you gone man."

"But he was so mean tonight and he didn't care about my feelings at all." I cry.

"He's hurt man." He says. "I can't let you book that ticket cus we really need you. Imma talk to Marshall, alright?"

"I wanna go home."

"Let me just talk to Marshall. Everything's gonna be alright."

"Okay." I just say even though I don't believe him.

"Keep your head up, alright?"

"I'll try." I mumble.

"Jen, I know he can be a fucking asshole sometimes but you know he's just hurt."

"I'm hurt too but I'm not like that towards him."

"I know, I know. Let me just talk to him."

"Okay." I say.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yes." I say and he hangs up.

I hate that I can't go home and that I'm forced to look at him for four more days. Right now I actually hate him, I hate that he's like this and I hate what he's done and how he's broke my heart.

I get out of my clothes and drag a oversized t-shirt over my head. I can't stop crying and I just know that I'm gonna cry myself to sleep tonight. Just when I'm done brushing my teeth, I hear it knock on the door and I already know it's Marshall because who else would knock on my door at this time? I look through the peephole and I'm proved right.