Broken

11:58 AM

"Liar!" Emotions cracked in my voice as I screamed at you. Tears were flowing down my face and my body was shaking. You found another girl. I saw her in your messages, you were going to meet her when I went home today, my mom always makes me come home early when I go to see you. You scoffed and acted offended.

"You don't trust me at all," you roll your eyes. You don't even care. You're going to go be with her and do who knows what with her while I'm at home thinking nothing. You won't text me for an hour and I'll assume it's because of your crazy mom making you clean or do some kind of ridiculous chore. A sob hitched in my throat. It only took you three months this time to get bored of me.

"How can I? All you do is cheat on me and hurt me and I'm supposed to just trust you?" I was yelling, but I didn't feel like it. Not that I was worried, we were home alone. I wrapped my arms around myself. I don't know if I'm self conscious or if I'm trying to hold myself together with just my arms. I never had the best upper body strength, and my legs were shaking so hard I thought they would give out. You always had a way of making emotions hurt like physical pain.

You scoffed and pushed past me, going up the stairs into your room. I followed you against my better judgement. You threw the door open and paced around the room while I slinked past you and collapsed onto the bed. Sitting on the edge of it, I cried into my hands as I searched for words. An ounce of courage swept through the hurt, it's funny how pain can bring out the bravery in people.

"So what is it? Is she prettier than me? Smarter than me? More willing to fuck you every day than I am? Why am I not good enough for you?"

"She's just a fucking friend," you yelled and I shrunk back a little, expecting more. More sobs racked my body and I held myself tighter.

"Bullshit. If you want her so much more than why don't you just leave me for her? You've had no problem with that before," I said, loud enough for you to hear me, but I wasn't yelling anymore. I'd calmed down enough that I was just numb. Numb to everything.

Your wall made a sickening crack when your fist made contact with it. It left a gaping hole, how you managed to miss the frame work perfectly I'll never know. But this, this made me angry. Angrier than seeing those messages and pictures from her on your phone. I was so sick and tired of you throwing shit and hitting shit to display your dominance over me. I was so tired of it.

"If you're man enough to put a hole in that wall, why don't you just hit me. I know you wish it was me, so just fucking do it already," I said, my blood boiling in my veins, white hot anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

Your hand stung when it made contact with my face, and your ring left a light scratch on my tear stained cheek. I was shocked, you actually hit me. You've done a lot of things before. But never that. I touched my face tenderly, and looked up at you with shock and pain. I shook my head and got to my feet, leaving the room. I could hear you following me but I didn't turn to face you.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm walking home." With that, I left. I didn't care if you followed me or not, or if you even cared. I already knew you didn't.