Puppy Love

Part 12

You struggled to open your swollen eyes as fresh sunlight spilled into your bedroom, Chloe pawing at your face and begging to be taken outside. You were disoriented, heart falling as memories of yesterday's events flooded your foggy mind. You were confident in your relationship with Shawn and then found out he was fucking someone else, someone he'd promised you didn't have to worry about. You got home and refused to comply with Geoff's wishes, your own sobs rocking you to sleep.

You peeled the sheets off of your body, a whiff of Shawn's scent twisting the searing pain in your chest as you shakily got to your feet. Chloe was scratching your ankles as you slowly made your way down the stairs, throwing an oversized jacket over the sweats you were wearing and stepping out of the front door. The cool air stung your burning eyes as you looked around the street, thanking heavens it was empty.

The rest of the morning entailed lots of moping around and feeling bad for yourself, leaving you grateful for it being a Saturday. You could hang around in bed all day and not worry about actual responsibilities, successfully locking yourself up and avoiding Shawn's attempts at communication at all costs.

It was around noon when you finally decided to shower, heart twisting as memories of Shawn washing your hair for you flooded into your mind. The tears erupted all over again, leaving you weeping as the water ran cold. You told yourself that crying in the shower didn't count because your face was already wet, allowing yourself to fully break down. Broken sobs, a heaving chest, and countless tears graced your tiny washroom, and you knew this wasn't even the beginning of what getting over him would feel like.

You slipped on a clean pair of sweatpants, walking into your closet to pick something cozy. You automatically opted for Shawn's knit sweater that you still hadn't given back, heart breaking once you pulled it over your head and realized that he wasn't yours anymore. The smell of him still served as somewhat of a comfort, leading you to keep the sweater on, which probably wasn't healthy. Neither was the entire tub of chocolate peanut butter ice cream you proceeded to eat.

A knock at the door pulled you from your trance of sadness, Chloe going wild at the window. Not wanting to see anyone looking the way you did, you hushed your puppy and ignored the visitor, praying they'd just leave and never come back. You saw the figure retreat down the front steps to leave, prompting you to get up and watch what was going on from the window. A truck advertising a florist company drove off as you opened the door, met with a massive bouquet of white tulips on your welcome mat. You looked around and picked the bundle up, eyes immediately finding the note wedged between the upper stems.

"For you, baby. Just a reminder of how much you mean to me! Love, Shawn. xx" the card read, earning a scoff from you as you considered how much you "meant" to him. Clearly not enough to say no to a hot blonde. Just then you looked up to be met with a familiar pair of chestnut eyes. Shawn rounded the corner with Geoff as his shoes, eyes finding yours as if he were awaiting your reaction. Your heart twisted into a tight knot as your stare turned cold, a light shake of your head practically scolding him. Your gaze was set on his as you slowly leaned down to place the flowers back on your doorstep, and you swore his chocolate eyes were completely glossed over at your rejection. Without a word, you retreated back inside and locked the door behind you. Your phone was already ringing.

Shawn's face lit up your screen before you declined the call, sending it straight to voicemail and vowing to never listen to it. He called back six more times before resorting to text message, begging you to hear him out.

"Please, please just let me in."

"I'm so sorry, but you need to know what really happened."

"Baby, please. Just listen to me. Open the door."

The messages were along those lines and it killed you to leave him standing outside like that, but you really couldn't answer it. Not like this, not knowing you were bound to get hurt. She ended up inside his home. He told her the code, brought her up, let her in and locked the door, and then proceeded to try to hide it. Even if it wasn't what it looked like, this was probably going to happen eventually with someone so perfect. You knew it was too good to be true and you couldn't bear the thought of being hurt once you actually loved him.