Protect Me

Admit it

"Parker! Door!" my mom yells from the front foyer.

I walk down the stairs and stop on the platform, when I see Harry standing there.

"Parker, I'm so sorry."

"You've said that so many times." I say not moving.

"I-I'm trying to get better, for you, it's hard right now for me,"

"So you go out and cheat on me. I understand, I would've done the same." I say sarcastically.

"Parker, one last chance."

"I cant, I've given you so many last chances. You kept hurting me."

"I'm so sorry." a year falls from his eye.

I walk down to stand in front of him and I take his hand.

"Me too."

I drop his hands and step back.

"Parker no, I've loved you for so long-"

"I've been hurt by you so many times, I don't know why I kept going back to you."

"You don't mean that," another tear falls onto his cheek, I can't stand to see him cry.

"I do..." I turn my head and start backup the stairs, when I notice he is following me.

"Harry, don't" I scold

"Parker- I'll change-"

"You can't! You never do! YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY! You've treated me like a DOORMAT! I've been there for back up after your one night stands when I was at college, you thought you could do whatever- but I'm back now, and I have to deal with you, and all my own burdens. I'm done. We're done."

He nods. He steps back and walks slowly out the door.

I feel like I just shot a puppy. Now I start crying. Why? I just took out the trash, I don't have to deal with him anymore, worry about him cheating. Am I lying to myself?

No. No I'm not. He's gone, I'm good.

--

I walk into my mom's room and sit on her bed. She's packing for a week business trip.

"What did Harry need?"

"A kick in the ass."

"You broke up with him?" she looks sad.

"I took out the trash, I don't have to deal with his burdens alone with my own anymore."

"I'm fine with your decision, but are you?" she stops what she's doing and looks me in the eyes.

"Yea-yeah I'm good with it, I'm happy." I stutter.

"As long as it's what you want, just don't fake yourself out." she goes back to packing and I realize what i just did.

I lost him.

I run downstairs, I open the front door and his car is gone.

I sigh and sit on the step.

"I'm sorry..." I admit to myself.