Chapter Twelve
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~Brooklynn's POV~
I stormed my way out of Adam's room and walked closer to Mitch's.
Sure, tears were running down my cheeks, but I wasn't crying.
I wasn't sad. I was... Mad.
I was mad that Jerome expected me to believe him for this long. How dumb did he think I was? I was mad that Jerome was cheating on me in the first place.
I locked the door and went into Mitch's closet.
I remembered where he had kept my knives. The ones I had given him and told him not to use them. Told him not to give them back.
I knew exactly where they were.
Quietly, I grabbed a shoe box from the top shelf. Inside it was a pair of converse they I had since we were little.
Since we met. When we were eight, just eight years old.
I took out the left shoe and reached my hand inside it.
"Shit!" I cut my finger. The knife was facing outward. "What kind of idiot puts a knife in the--" I didn't realize how long I was talking.
"Don't." I heard Mitch's voice. It was desperate and sad.
"Brooklynn, don't." He repeated.
"You don't understand," I cried.
"Unlock the fucking door, Brooke. Now."
"But--" I stammered.
"Unlock the door!" He yelled.
I wearily opened the closet door and unlocked the door.
Mitch walked in and the first thing he did was grab the knife out of my hands.
"Hey! Give it!" I reached for it but Mitch pushed me back.
"I promised I wouldn't give this to you," he handed the knife behind him to Ian, who ur hadn't realized was standing there.
"No! I need it!" I cried and flailed for the knife again.
"No you don't!" I protested.
"Fine, i have plenty more," I retorted and tried to walk out the door forgetting that Ian was there.
He grabbed me waist and shoved me back into Mitch's room.
Mitch ushered me to his bed and sat me down while Ian closed the door and walked away.
"What's going on with you?" He asked softly.
I broke down into tears and Mitch rubbed my back.
"Cry as much as you want," he said calmly. "Tell me when you're ready,"
I rested my head on his chest. Jerome didn't care that I was in pain, he was probably still doing it with that slut.
I couldn't even begin to explain to him.
"Jerome's.... Cheating.... On me..." I choked out.
"Why does it matter? You cheated on him with me," Mitch reasoned.
I hadn't thought about it that way...
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so here's the facts for today:
1. My parents are divorced
2. I hate math. So much.
3. I'm not that popular but the friends I have are AMAZINGLY EPIC <3 (ily guys)
4. I like Eminem and Ellie Goulding and Imagination Dragons and Eminem and Rihanna and Eminem and I really like Eminem the most
5. I'm Canadian

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Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]
FanfictionBrooklynn is my name. My life has been a mess ever since a met Mitch, but at the same time it's been so much better. It's all falling apart and he's trying to make it better, or so he tells me. All it's doing is making it worse.