Jake Paul Imagines

Run Out Again- Part Two (Requested)

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When I woke up, I was in bed next to Jake. I yawned confused as he wrapped his arms around me. "You're back?" I mumbled, almost pushing his arms off me. My voice was croaky and hoarse- clearly the stress was making me ill. "Yeah." He said, kissing my shoulder. I got out of bed, snatched my towel out of the cupboard and went into the bathroom. I locked the door and stood in front of the sink. My eyes were red and I looked ill and gaunt. I showered and then dried my hair. I got dressed into a bralette and ripped jeans with my Vans. I went out of the bathroom and Jake came over to me. "Hey gorgeous." He said, trying to kiss me. Tears raced down my face. "Hey what's wrong?" He smiled, wiping my tears with his thumbs.

"Are you fucking joking?" I said, pushing him forcefully backwards. He fumbled and looked at me. "What?" He frowned. His eyes were cold and it made me shiver. "You ran out on me again, you keep doing it and it's not okay. We live together, we're in a relationship. You never, ever run out on the person you claim to love. That shit is disgusting." I said hitting his arm. He didn't wince or even look apologetic. "I left, because I'm unstable. Being around you makes me feel like you deserve so much better, because you do. I run out, because I'm petrified. I'm petrified of losing you and so I don't know why I keep leaving. Deep down, I know it's hurting you, but I ignore it, because leaving makes it easier for me. Which is selfish and I know that." His eyes filled with tears.

"Don't make me feel guilty, because of how you feel inside. I stood in front of you 6 months ago and I said; 'it'll be okay, because you've got me'. I said that because I love you more than life and when you were at your lowest I stood there for you, because giving up on you is always my last resort..." I wiped my eyes. "I love you Jake, but we're running out of time now. You keep leaving me with no explantion until you roll back here 4 days later. Everything about you I love, except the part where you run. Everytime we argue, you bolt. In a few years time, when you want to get married...that's for better or worse. That means come rain or shine you won't leave. I don't want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with someone who won't keep that promise."

My heart was pounding in my chest, tears blurring my vision and my stomach knotting. I love Jake, but I don't want to live in constant fear of him running. Leaving me when I need him, not being there if something happens. 

"Are you saying this is over?" I watched his Adam Apple bob up and down as he gulped violently. "I'm saying that I'm tired and time is running out, so when you're ready to commit to me and give me your everything and more...I'm not sure I'll still be waiting." 

I left the house for the day and just drove around L.A. Everything was falling apart and driving has always soothed me. My music blasted like I didn't have a care in the world. Like if I closed my eyes I could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

When I got back later that night, I could hear Jake in the bedroom on the phone. I went into the lounge and put my stuff down. I pulled the blanket over me and sat on the sofa. When Jake came back out, he plopped at the other side of the sofa. We looked at each other, and despite the fact we were so close we were worlds apart.