Chapter Two- Jealousy

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I slept on the couch that night, knowing Steven would be far too stubborn to take the couch.
I continuously checked my phone for notifications, hoping Tom would text me. As soon as I gave up and slowly began to fall asleep, I got a text notification from an unknown number.

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[Hey. Emma, right?]
1:23am

[Yeah, hey. Why
are you up so late?]
1:23am

[Too much coffee, I guess.]
1:23am

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I giggled to myself a bit, a small smile on my lips as I continued texting him.

•••

[Lol. You should probably
get some sleep. So should I. Ttyl?]
1:24am

[Sure :) Goodnight.]
1:24am

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I added his number to my contacts and named it "Tom ☕️".
I fell asleep with my phone still on, as it fell out of my hand and onto the carpet below the couch.
I woke up to Steven shaking my shoulder rather aggressively. I yawned, only half awake.
"What..?" I mumbled.
He grabbed my wrist and jerked me up, shoving my phone in my face.
"Ow, Ste-"
"Who the hell is Tom?" He interrupted, pissed.
"A guy I met at the coffee shop across the street."
"Are you cheating on me?"
"Are you.. Are you kidding me? Do you see any indication in any of those fucking texts that tells you I'm cheating on you with him?" I snapped.
"You're not going to that coffee shop anymore," He said, ignoring the question.
"Excuse me? Did you really try to ban me from the one place that I go to calm down? Hah, no. I'll go there whether you like it or not."
He slapped me, as I stood up, pushing him back.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled, tears welling up in my eyes.
He shoved me onto the couch, leaning over me with rage.
"You do as I say, I am your goddamn boyfriend!"
"Oh, you're my boyfriend? Why don't you start acting like it, then?!"
He gripped my wrist and twisted it, as I winced in pain, trying to pry his hand from my wrist.
"Steven, stop!"
He let go after I burst out crying, my cheek bruised and my wrist feeling as if it were burning.
"F-Fuck you," I mumbled.
He stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door as loudly as he could.
I was left there crying, moving my wrist as little as possible as I picked up my phone, immediately texting Tom.

•••

[Hey. This may be too soon
or whatever, but can you
come over please?]
8:24am

[Sure. What's your address?]
8:31am

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I gave him my address, and dropped my phone on the couch.
It was way too soon to give him my address.
But he seemed lovely, and I knew he wasn't a creep.
I heard a soft knock on my door.
I slowly got up with a sigh, and opened the door, giving him a hopeless smile.
"Oh my god Emma, are you alright?" He asked, instantly worried after seeing my cheek.
'Shit. I forgot about that.'
I motioned him to come in and he did, sitting on the couch. I sat down next to him after shutting the door.
I hid my wrist as well as I could, it was a little easier to hide.
"What happened? If you don't mind me asking," He said softly, concerned.
"My boyfriend and I got into a fight. I'm sorry for dragging you here, I just didn't know who else to go to," I said, avoiding his eyes and holding back tears. "I'm so sorry. You must think I'm pathetic. I barely even know you personally, and you barely even know me at all."
He put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head.
You're not pathetic," He assured me. "Did your boyfriend do that?"
I gently ran my fingers over the bruise on my cheek, and slightly nodded.
"He saw that I was texting you, and assumed that I was cheating on him," I mumbled. "So after I got pissed because he accused me of doing something I would never do, I yelled at him and he slapped me. I pushed him back, and he grabbed my wrist."
Tom's eyes immediately went to my left wrist as he listened.
"I'm really sorry, Emma."
I shrugged.
"That doesn't seem like a healthy relationship, though," He said, still looking concerned.
I looked at him, slightly mad.
"That's not your place to say," I replied. "I love him and he loves me. That's all that matters."
I was mostly trying to convince myself at this point. He took another look at my wrist and mumbled something, though I wasn't sure what.

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