Happily Ever After

Chapter 13

This chapter is a little longer I hope, two pages on word! So let me know what you think, comment, vote, all that jazz(; Also, what do you guys think of Nathan? Like him? Hate him? Let me know! 

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I continued to stare at the ceiling as I waited for Nathan to come back with my orange juice. Why did he try to kiss my forehead? Did he think I would really want him near me after what he put me through? Granted I wasn’t over him, but that didn’t mean I was just going to go right back too him and swoon over him. I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t go back to him. I couldn’t stand another heart break, or him using me all over again. I would let the numbness win this round. 

My resolve hardened when Nathan walked in with my orange juice in one hand, and a broom and dustpan in the other. He placed the orange juice down, and bent down and swept up the rest of the tiny shards of glass that he didn’t get with his hand. 

“Be careful when you walk here, I think I got all of the glass but I’m not sure.” He said, looking straight into my eyes. I gulped. 

“I will.” I whispered. 

A quick flicker of emotion passed through his eyes before I could decipher it. He stood straight up, and placed the broom up against the wall. He began walking towards me, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were pressed up against mine. 

It took a lot of strength and willpower, but I managed to push Nathan far enough away from my mouth to tell him to stop. He pulled back and sat up on my bed. He just kept staring at me with a bewildered look on his face. 

“Don’t you want this?” He asked, genuinely curious. 

“Are you kidding me?” I practically shouted, I had to work to remain quiet, I didn’t know if Chelsea or Peggy were close by. “Why the fuck would I want this Nathan?” 

“Don’t lie Anna, You’ve wanted me since the day you moved in, you even had me. What’s changed now?” 

“You’re a dick, that’s what’s changed. You used me. Told me you were going to break up with Natalie for me because you had feelings for me. And I was actually naive enough to believe you. Two months went by, and you barely said a word to me, hell, you were barely even here. So why the hell would I want this? Why the hell would I want you? You did nothing but break me.” I was fuming. I could see my vision taking on a red tint. If he didn’t leave soon, I might end up hitting him. I let out an angry breath and folded my arms, waiting for his reply. But he just kept staring at me. 

“Are you going to say something?” I prodded. 

“I’m sorry…” He muttered finally. 

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” I did shout this time. “No Nathan, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I even liked you in the first place. I can’t believe I lost my virginity to you, I wish I’d never even met you! Get out of my room, now!”

He looked at me in shock, like he couldn’t believe what I had just said. I laughed internally. I’ll show him what I’m capable of. 

“Anna…” He started to say, but I cut him off.

“Save it Nathan, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. For the last time, just get the fuck out of my room, I’m beyond done.” I pulled the covers up over my head and turned to face the other direction, waiting for him to leave, but I didn’t hear any movement. 

“Anna, please…” He croaked. I didn’t budge, I couldn’t budge. My anger was quickly webbing into sadness, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing or hearing me cry over him. I was practically begging the numbness to come back, for the first time, I prayed for the numbness, I needed it. I felt horrible for thinking it, but this was tearing me apart worse than my mothers death. 

Finally, I felt Nathan’s weight lift off of the bed. I listened to his slow footsteps pad to the door, and listened as my door softly shut. I didn’t miss how his door shut with a loud slam. 

The second his door shut, I let the tears fall. I brought my knees up to my chest and held on for dear life. I let every emotion I had kept bottled up since my mothers death ricochet through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears flowed relentlessly down my cheeks. How could he just expect me to just want him back? Did he have no shame of what he did to me? Of what he did to Natalie? He was a douche bag and I shouldn’t let him hold this kind of power over me. I wiped my eyes and rolled over and grabbed the orange juice Nathan had left. Crying had left me with a dry mouth, so I quickly finished the drink. Wanting more, I wiped my eyes once again and hoped off of my bed. I grabbed the empty glass and headed out of my room, towards the kitchen.