I Don't Love You: Clyde Donovan x Reader

Chapter Seventeen

That day came too, and I think it was the hardest thing I had ever had to do. He came back, and he wasn't happy.

"What did you do this weekend?" He asked.

I lied. I couldn't help it, but I had to. I didn't do anything wrong, but he wouldn't be happy.

"I just spent the weekend watching Netflix," I lied. 

He narrowed his eyes, "Yeah?"

"Yep," I gave him a smile.

He's happy, I'm happy...

"What did you watch?" he pressed.

"Riverdale," I replied.

"You already watched it," he narrowed his eyes, "why would you rewatch it?"

"Why does everything have to be a goddamn investigation," I frowned. 

"Because I was gone. There is no way you spent the weekend in your bedroom watching Netflix," He instigated.

"Clyde, you sound ridiculous. How can you continuously tell me that you love me but sit here and tell me that everything I say to you is a lie," I argued.

"Now you are getting all defensive," He continued to press.

"Yes, because this happens all the time," I pointed out.

"Well (Y/N), people think you have a reputation, and they talk," he snarled.

"About what? I'm always with you, and when I'm not, I'm locked in my house to avoid tipping you off," I snapped.

"Tipping me off? You act like you don't even want to be in this anymore. (Y/N), I don't think we should be together anymore," he frowned.

I didn't get emotional, nor did I really react to his words. I just gave him a blank stare before I said, "Okay." I, then, stood up from his bed and made my way to the door. 

"Wait, that's it? After everything, all you have to say is okay?" he asked, starting to get upset. "No fight?"

"Clyde, I'm done fighting," I simply said.

"God, fuck you, you..you..you cunt," He growled as he started tearing up.

"You broke up with me," I shrugged, before walking out the door. 

I didn't cry either. I got in my car and took a sigh of relief, knowing that I was free again.