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JACKS POV

As I look around the bedroom of my, now, apartment tears streaming down my face, I take in everything that has just happened and a new wave of tears come flooding down my face. I had lost the love of my life.

*FLASHBACK*
YOUR POV

"I'm sorry but I'm going to be a little bit late tonight babe, work needs me" I lie to my boyfriend, well really it was just a little white lie cause I was going to be a little late but not because of work, but because I had just booked a romantic getaway for me and my boyfriend of 6 years, Jack. I'm going to surprise him.

As I'm driving home I start to think of me and Jack in Bora Bora together. We'd both have always wanted to go, it's a dream place of ours but now that dream is going to become a reality.

"Babe?" I called out as I entered the front door of our apartment. There was no answer so I assumed he must be out with the guys as usual. I walk into the kitchen shrugging off my jacket and hanging it on a bar stool when a wine bottle and two glasses on the kitchen counter catch my attention. I walk around the island in the middle of the kitchen and as I do my foot kicks into something knocking across the floor. A red pair of heels.

I try not to cry as I don't want the thought of my boyfriend cheating on me, but I fail because I don't own a red pair of cheap nasty heels. I walk up the stairs and as soon as I get to the last step I instantly have to put my hand to my mouth and shut my eyes to stop the loud sob coming from my throat. Clothes were strewn along the landing leading to my bedroom door.

I quietly make my way to the bedroom door and open it not making a sound and as soon as I open the door wide enough I couldn't help but let out the sob I was holding back. My boyfriend was on top of another girl, in OUR bed.

Jack had heard my cry, his head snapped towards me so fast and his mouth had fell open in shock as if he was surprised to see me here. I couldn't see this any longer. I couldn't be here any longer. All the 'I love you's', all the cuddling, all the kisses, all the passion I thought we had was a complete lie.

As I reach the front door to leave a strong pair of arms wrap around me not letting me go. I thrash around, I scream and I cry. These arms wrapped around me felt like a stranger to me now.

"Babe. It's me, stop hitting me please" Jack tried to stop me holding my arms now so I couldn't move at all. I stay in place just crying as hard as I could. My whole body felt weak and if he wasn't holding me I'd be on the floor right now. He turns me around so I can face him and as soon as he does I slap him as hard as I could on the face. He deserved it.

"Get off me Jack. Don't touch me, I don't know where those hands have even been" I growled at him, my anger now being more prominent than my sadness. Jack tries to reach for my face to hold but I instantly slap his hand away. What part of don't touch me doesn't he get?!

"You said you'd be home late" He says his voice sincere like that was meant to be an apology or an excuse. Either way I don't buy it. No one deserves to be cheated on, especially not me since I was here for him when his record label had dropped him and his grandad died.

"That's not an excuse!" I scream into his face, Jack flinches as I'm only stood centre metres away from him and he didn't expect it at all. I guess people can surprise you right?

I push past him making my way to the bedroom once again and as I do I notice the girl isn't here anymore and I'm glad as I really didn't want to be in a fist fight. I grab the largest suitcase and my duffel bag and start to pack all of my stuff into it. Tears now streaming down my face once again.

I finish all my packing, crying to myself hoping he can hear it from wherever he is, I want him to know how much he has hurt me. No, not even hurt but broke me.

I look over to the nightstand and see the picture of us posing and smiling together and I instantly feel my heart break and shatter into a tiny million pieces. I close my eyes just wanting this to be a dream and that I will wake up in Bora Bora with Jack by my side but when I open them I'm still looking down at the suitcase and duffel bag with every single thing I have owned.

I pull out the the flight tickets and details from my back pocket and place them on the bed as they were no use to me now. Maybe he could take her instead.

As I'm pulling the suitcase and duffel bag downstairs and towards the door I hear loud cries and screams coming from the kitchen. I couldn't go to him, I couldn't face him again after what he's just done to me so without a goodbye I head to the door and to my car and leave him behind.

JACKS POV

I hear a door shut over my cries and screams and instantly fear she has left me without saying goodbye. I run as fast as I can upstairs to the bedroom and throw the door wide open making it come off the hinges. I run my fingers through my hair as I don't see her anywhere.

I frantically search all the wardrobes and drawers that were hers and there was nothing. Everything of hers was gone. She was gone. I had lost the best thing in my entire life all because I was thinking with my dick and not my heart.

I let out a piercing scream grabbing fistfuls of my hair and before I knew it I had thrown a punch into the wall next to me creating a massive hole in the plaster and blood come from my knuckles. I start to make a mess of the room, it now resembles my life. A complete mess. I grab the picture of us on the nightstand and launch it across the room, hearing the sounds of glass shattering I fall onto the floor, crying even harder.

After a few minutes of crying I compose myself and I try to pull myself up of the floor using the bed to stable my balance, I feel a piece of paper crinkle underneath my fingers, I pick it up and scan over it, my eyes reading that she had booked for us to go Bora Bora. The tears start streaming down my face once again and it hits me that she's never coming back.

I stand in the middle of the bedroom, my eyes red and swollen from the crying. I was still crying. Looking at all the mess I had just made from one stupid mistake.