Killing Me Softly

Temper Tantrum's

Demi's P.O.V
_______________________
I heard a lot of screaming and smashing coming from the bathroom, of course. Miley always has to make a scene out of herself, whatever either way weather she likes it or not she's leaving tomorrow morning. She's lucky I'm even giving her another night to gather herself! I don't know what she's thinking. I really can't wait to see Joe, after everything I've gone through I need to see him. I sat on my couch and relaxed while I turnt my TV on, I switched it to Netflix and resumed an episode of "That 70's Show". You know I actually did get Miley into that show, she said how much she hated it when we first started dating and now she really likes it. Even though I think she's being overly dramatic, I do hope she's okay. I still care about her. Halfway through the episode I heard a door open, I looked behind me and saw Miley come out of the bathroom, of course she looked like she was crying. That's expected. She closed the door and immediately crossed her arms and started walking past the living space.
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked expressing genuine concern,

"Shut up I'll be in our room" she muttered before walking faster to the room we shared, slamming the door behind her.

Is that how it is? I want to see if she's doing okay and she acts like a bitch? Fine. When my thoughts finished I got a text, it's from Miley.

"all i can ask is that you don't rub him in my face, do whatever else you want but that's all i ask" She said.

It's too late for that. I seem to be the only one being adult about this break up, while she's acting like a five year old. I texted her back,

"Whatever. I'll consider you more once you stop acting like a 3-year old. bitch" I angrily sent.

I'm mad at a lot of things. Mad that Miley was in denial and mad that she still is and along with that is acting like the biggest drama queen. My thoughts were interrupted by hearing a loud sob come from the master bedroom.
Cry all you want. Nothing's going to change. I slam my phone down on the side table and fall asleep, she couldn't make this any worse for me.

Miley's P.O.V
_________________________
She can't make this any worse for me, I don't understand how you can do that to someone. Lie to them for 15 months straight and continue to lie.

"I'll consider you more once you stop acting like a 3 year old bitch" I read the text again.

She really didn't love me. At all. I continuously still texted her. I feel like I'm going crazy, I need her I don't know what to do. I texted her in a panic, my fingers felt like they were about to fall off and my heart like it's about to bear out of my chest.

"Why do you hate me????" I texted her.
She didn't read it right away.

I waited a few minutes, it delivered but she still didn't see it. Do I dare go check on her? Obviously. Why am I like this. I slowly creak open our bedroom door and look into the living room, is she laying on the couch? I slowly step out and walk over, she's asleep. I thought she said I was sleeping on the couch... did she not hate me after all? I don't know. Maybe she just fell asleep by accident, either way I'm sleeping in our room...
One last time.
I creep my way back into the room and carefully shut the door before I get into what usually is my side of the bed, lay down on the pillows and pull the covers over my body. This felt nice, in a way I felt happy and it was odd. I couldn't stop myself from smiling a small bit which probably made me look like an idiot with my eyes closed. It made me think of all the memories I had here. In this bed. I took Demi's virginity in this bed. Demi and I cuddled countless times in this bed. This bed meant everything to me. My smile was cut off by my eyes welling up with tears, great. It was fun reminiscing while it lasted. I just lied there, countless tears streaming down my face. I shut my eyes and eventually fell asleep.
This is it.