My phone made a loud crash as it hit the wall and fell to the floor. I could feel my hands tremble with anger as adrenaline immediately coursed through my veins. My fist connected with the hard dry wall, causing small knuckle sized indents. I kept littering the wall with solid hit after hit as tears pricked my eyes.
That fucking bastard. What did I do to deserve this bullshit? First Cameron... Then Johnson... Now G... this isn't fair. I just spent the best month and a half of my life with this man, and the first thing he does when we get back home is spend a night with his "ex". My fist finally delved through the wall, the dry wall sending curls of dust into the air. My tears made the bloody white wall look blurred and pathetically artistic.
"FUCK!" I screamed, pain and anger seething from my every pore.
I hate this. I hate being hurt. I hate men. I hate myself. I hate it all. My knuckles pulsed to the beat of my heart, already starting to swell. I heard my shattered phone begin to buzz from across the room. I didn't care if it was Jack or Stassie or Sammy or Kylie. I just didn't want to talk. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe. I let my knees buckle as I slowly sank to the floor, my body finally giving in to my absolute emotional devastation. I stared at the crumbled wall blankly. It was so symmetrical to how my insides felt, broken and bloodied. A mess that no one cares to deal with.
I sat for what felt like minutes, but the sun started setting quickly. My phone continued to buzz, but I didn't move. At some point, the light disappeared beyond the horizon and I remained in the dark, staring at the hole in the wall. I felt a twinge of relief that Sammy and Stassie were out of the country. It would be mortifying if they saw me like this.
The door to my house flew open, my eyes lazily moved to see who it was. It took a moment for my gaze to adjust in the dark, but I quickly registered who my visitor was when I saw his hazel eyes. His thick brows were knit together with concern as he took in the scene before him. I was convinced my body was drained, but a second wind of anger hit me as soon as I saw his stupid anxious face. I stood, my legs carrying me towards him, despite the lack of blood flow to them for the past several hours. Before I could even think, I drew my hand back and slapped him as hard as I could. His painfully beautiful head snapped to the side as he winced in pain, his cheek already turning a deep shade of crimson.
"Rey, I—" He started but I stopped him.
"Get out." I said flatly, my body filled with rage.
"No, I'm not leaving! You haven't answered a single one of my calls! I've been worried sick!" He yelled, his voice echoing through the house. I scoffed.
"It's been hours. What? You couldn't get your dick out of Madison to see if I was okay any sooner? Please, I'm not an idiot." I crossed my arms, suppressing a wince at the pressure on my beaten knuckles.
"You know that's not who I am or where I was." He said solemnly, looking me in the eye. I rolled my own and looked down at the marble tile.
"Honestly, I thought I knew you, but clearly I don't. We just spent the past month tangled in bed together and you immediately run back to her when we arrive home. Clearly, I don't know you at all." I said, looking at him. I tried to emit a sense of coldness, but I wasn't sure if it was working.
Jack sighed angrily and looked around. I prayed he would somehow not see the huge hole I had made in the wall, but it was nearly impossible to miss. His jaw dropped when he saw the bloody mess I made, chunks of stained red drywall all across the foyer and a jagged hole was now part of the large open entry way to my home.
"What happened? Are you okay?" He immediately came towards me and grabbed my face, but I shoved him away.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me!" I cried, my voice cracking and betraying my unfeeling facade.
