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10

-SOPHIA-
After Jayce got dragged out of the room, I must left too. Our conversation was hurtful enough, yet I had to deal with Kyle afterwards since the police informed him with the stalkers and so on. He immediately came but of course wasn't pleased when he saw Jayce coming out of the room and me after him with puffy, red and swollen eyes. First Kyle thought that Jayce hurt me, which he kind of did. Or more specifically he just told me the truth which hurts the most.

So I had to listen to Kyle screaming at me next to Acacia during our car ride back to my home. I didn't even dare to say a word since Jayce's words broke me but also gave me a tiny sparkle of hope.

I feel like he still cares but doesn't want to admit since I was the one who broke him first. Not otherwise. He's trying to get everything together on his own which isn't possible or better hard to do for him. He needs help, always did.

Telling me that he lost me and I lost myself isn't true. He never lost me and I definitely didn't lose myself when it comes to him.

After waiting for Acacia to fall asleep in her room I went back to mine, where Kyle was already waiting. I didn't look at him but went to my closet to pick some sweaters and sweatpants. Sitting in front of my makeup table, I took it all of and tied my hair into a ponytail while I feel Kyle's eyes on me. Looking closer to the mirror, I touched my swollen dark circles. I rested my elbows on the table so I could hide my face in my hands, thinking back to how Jayce showed me his broken soul.

Again, he only shows it to me. Still. He's acting like that criminal brave man he is but deep down he is broken. I feel it; I'm going through the same.

"Are you fucking him?" Kyle starts.

Rolling my eyes instantly. I didn't dare to lift my head because I can't deal his ugly face. Just shaking my head, standing up to change my clothes in the bathroom. After I did I just stare at Kyle's body laying in the bed.

"I'll sleep in Acacia's room." I inform him but his voice stopped me from going away.

"You're my wife. I want you next to me."

"But I don't want you next to me. I'm not in the mood to fight with you, I'm actually done and sick of you. Just leave me lonely. Just.. let me alone or else I'll end up in depression because of you. Probably I already am." I said in serious yet calm and exhausted tones. He looked at me in shock, not believing the way I talk to him.

"What?" I asked and shrugged. Seriously, I can't do this anymore. I'm done after so many years of being a slave and puppet to my family and my 'husband'. One day it's going to end, one way or another.

He stands up but stopped in front of me looking down when I feel his eyes burning down to me. Feeling his fingertips brushing over my cheek but he immediately let go when I lifted my hands to stop him.

"No, you can sleep here. I'm.. ugh.. I'll be at my apartment. Sleep well." He whispered, surprising me because he legit listened to me once. Kyle waited for a reaction so he could leave but since I didn't; he nodded to himself and left.

Promptly I jumped in my bed with a smile because he's gone and I'll be alone. Stretching my body on the huge bed, using both sides to sleep on.

How would it be, if Jayce would lay next to me right now?

Shutting my eyes very firm to imagine his strong tattooed arms around my tiny body. Smiling to myself when the day we first met came into my mind. Or better, the day I met him since he noticed me before.