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'm leaving and you can decide what to do with this place. I'll send you some money to cover the end of this months bills and rent. I'm so done now, there's no more chances." I tried to walk away and he grabbed my hand. "If you leave now, without fighting there is no going back, no clean slates. If you walk away I'll be heartbroken and I won't be able to forgive you...ever." I snatched my hand back as he tried to make me feel more guilty. "I'm sorry...actually I'm not. I have fought for you since day one, I waited until things with Alissa had died down, I waited until you were ready, then I put up an incredible fight against tabloids and I have fought every second since. Eventhough you kept trying to run away, I was still stood here waiting. Do not ever tell me I didn't fight this, because I did and the idea of you even thinking that is horrible. Like I said I'm leaving."

I dragged cardboard boxes out and started packing away all my things. I pulled out my 3 suitcases and began stuffing clothes. I put all my shoes in a box and labelled them. I took my boxes down to my car. I walked around, memories flashing over my vision as my throat became blocked. All of my stuff was gone and it looked very bare. I slipped my coat on and grabbed my phone and handbag. Jake walked me down to my car. He shut my boot and I climbed in the drivers seat, he leant against my car. "I'm sorry." He said, he wiped his eyes. "Me too." I shut the door and put the engine on. My music blasted and I revved the car. Within seconds, I was on my way to a whole new life.