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"What time are you coming home tonight?" I asked my boyfriend of 2 years as I cleaned the dishes, because we finished eating dinner.
"Um.. I don't know maybe around 1."
"In the morning?" I questioned, looking at him with a confused face. Tom shrugged his shoulders and gave me a nod.
"Uh yeah you know how much I like to get done."
I pursed my lips to keep me from saying anything else and showed him a fake smile, "ok.. goodnight."
"Night." Tom said, walking out to the house. I immediately stopped doing the dishes as I felt my stomach drop and felt a heavy feeling on my chest. I started to feel my blood pump through my body and I sat down on the ground with my head between my legs. I knew he was lying to me.
You used to tell me that you loved me once What happened, what happened? Where is all of this coming from? What happened, what happened?
When Tom came home I was already in bed trying to go to sleep. I just couldn't so when he came into our room, I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Tom?" I mumbled softly while sitting up. I looked at him and I could clearly see the frustration well written on his face.
"What are you still doing up?" He asked a bit harshly, he changed into some pj pants and a tight black tank top.
"I couldn't sleep." I said.
Tom shrugged and pulled the covers up to let himself in the bed, "take some sleeping pills."
"Are you ok? You seem... angry."
"You're crazy, I'm fine." Tom mumbled. He looked at me for a second before he slipped under the covers and I just watched at him, pursing my lips.
You say I'm crazy and there's nothing wrong You're lying and you know I know Baby what have we become? What happened?
I got off the bed as I grabbed my pillows and my robe.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked, slightly not caring but pretending he did.
"The guest room... I wanna sleep by myself tonight I um-.." I hesitated partially to make up an excuse but lately thats all I've been doing, so I just decided to fake smile it off and shrug.
"Goodnight." I said and walked out. I got into the guest room and once I shut the door. I let tears slip out of my eyes. I didn't sob, I didn't shake, I didn't gasp, I wasn't crying because I was heartbroken. I was crying because I was frustrated, annoyed, and all alone. All I did was let tears fall and listened to sound of my love for Tom shatter all over the floor.
