Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

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~Brooklynn's POV~

I walked out of Jerome's room and to my car. I wanted to get home.

Once I got home, I let my cat outside like I always do so he can do his business and stuff.

I wish I hadn't smashed my phone. I really wanted to call my sister, call my best friend Summer who I hadn't talked to either in at least a month.

Maybe Jerome would let me borrow his if I went back. Nah, I had enough of that house.

Mitch was still there. I felt tears pour out of my eyes as I recollected the information Jerome had given me.

I was still out of coffee filters. Dammit.

Coffee filters were the whole reason I was in this mess,

I know it sounds silly but it's true, if I hadn't went out to get more coffee filters Mitch would probably have left and...

Yeah, you know what happens after that.

Suddenly I heard a knocking at my door.

No. Just no. No no no.

"Who is it," I asked.

No reply, just more knocking.

"Calm your tits, I'm coming." I murmured.

I looked out the peep-hole and saw nothing. Whoever it was must not have been there anymore.

Just to check, I opened the door. Mitch was standing against the wall next to the door.

I didn't say anything, just looked at him, my eyes wide.

He looked back at me, his face expressionless.

"Mitch..." I whispered weakly. My voice was still hurting.

"Please...?" Mitch asked.

"What do you--" I didn't understand at first. Then it hit me. "Uhm... Mitch we broke up two years ago,"

"I know we did. But I've missed you," he was reaching for my hands. L

I allowed him to grab them and we sat there in the hallway holding hands for what seemed like forever.

"Mitch, were not together anymore, and I'm kind if with Jerome..."

"I know! But Jerome doesn't have to know, right?"

I bit my lip. I wasn't really sure. I didn't want to hurt Jerome like that, he had been hurt enough. Mostly by me.

I shook my head, "I can't do that to Jerome..."

"What if I told you he was cheating on you?"

I raised my eyebrow. "I wouldn't believe you,"

"We'll you should."

"I can't.... Do it with you. But you can come in, we have things we need to talk about." I opened the door wider. I was in a pretty good mood since my little moment with Jerome.

Mitch walked in and I closed the door behind him. This is a bad idea, i told myself. He's going to rape you, Brooklynn, don't do this.

But he looked so sad, so helpless. He seemed so hurt. Because of me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I didn't want to cry again, so I quickly wiped my eyes and took a deep breath.

"For what?" There was pain in his eyes when he looked at me. He knew exactly what I was talking about.