Finding Myself. ~Sequel to Loosing Myself.~

~Chapter 8~

~Ashlee's P.O.V~

I scurry up the footpath, my weekend bag filled for 3 days.

The anger hasn't left me yet, im determined to do this.

If he wants to accuse me of cheating and make up shit, why doesn't he just break up with me? He's using 'i cant break up with you over the phone' as an excuse, so I'm here now, at his front door.

If he wants to break up with me he'll do it.

I stand at the door, my hand slightly shaking.

I knock on it, butterflies swarming my stomach.

A few minutes later, the door opens. Revealing a very shocked Justin.

His eyes  widen at the sight of me, I let out a dry chuckle.

'Well I'm here now!' I say, not even asking could I come in, I storm past Justin, setting my bag down and crossing my arms.

I watch his back muscles flex as he closes the door, turning around and looking at me.

Fight for me. Don't let me leave easily.
I want him to lie to me, lie and tell me everythings okay even though I know in my heart it isn't.
I want him to kiss me, to tell me I'm the one. There's nobody else for him. I want him to admit he'd die for me, even if he wouldn't.

'What are you doing here?' he asks, looking at me up and down.

I stare at him, trying my best to not make my hurt clear.

He bites his lip and looks at me, knowing what's about to happen.

Don't let me leave. We both know the truth but let's pretend the truth isn't real.. just for one more night

I .just stare at him, he's trying so hard not to show how hurt he is, just like I am.

'You know what I'm doing.'

I can't read him. I don't know whats going on in his mind.

'If I knew I wouldn't of asked. So you tell me Ashlee. What are you doing here?'

He takes a step closer to me and my breath hitches in my throat.

I take in his appearance, gray sweats and a white tee. So plain, yet he looks so gorgeous. His hair was messy, as if he's been running his hand through it, which he probably has. His eyes are bloodshot, from crying, I'm guessing, I'm hoping. If he actually smoked anything it would make everything ten times harder.

'You said you couldn't break up with me over the phone, so I came here.'

Tears were threatening to spill but I just squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to cry.

'you really think I'd break up with you? Just like that?'

His eyes stared at me, the eyes I love so much. Don't do it.

'Do it. You seemed so sure that I was cheating. Why wouldn't you? I'm obviously a shit girlfriend that you don't trust, so why don't you?' My voice is low, I'm actually surprised he could hear me.

He just keeps looking at me as if I've lost my mind.

He won't even fight for me.

'You're not a shit girlfriend.' He sighs, looking at me then down at the ground. His eyes meet mine again slowly. He's looking at me like a stranger. As if I wasn't the girl he fell in love with. 'If anything you're an amazing girlfriend and I don't deserve you. I mean, you're perfect.'