I Fucking Love You

10- I Fucking Love You

Brett's point of view-

"Brett?" I heard a very broken voice stutter before a crash came down to the floor. I stopped, and looked behind me to see... Whitney on the floor crying, into her hands. I jumped off of Emily put my clothes back on and hurried over to her.

I got on my knees, in front of her, myself crying along with her. I removed her hands from her beautiful face, and she looked up at me and slapped me. I cried even harder knowing that I hurt the one person that I want in my life forever. "You told me you loved me!!!" She screamed at me through sobs.

"And I still do! I still do! I will forever love you!" I screamed the first part to her but I noticed that she had ran to her room. I got up and rushed to open her door. It swung open, but all I found was an open box of blades on her bed. I went to her bathroom door and started to beat on it. "Don't hurt yourself, please! I fucking love you, with every bone in my body!!!!!" I cried out to her.

I rammed myself at the door and it came crashing down to the floor. I rushed over to her, in the bathtub, fully clothed, the bath not running, but blood filling it instead, and passed out. I lifted her bridal style and rushed her to the car.

Next thing I know, I'm in the hospital holding her hand, crying my eyes out.

Whitney's point of view-

"Why did I do that to her? I love her! I fucking love her!!!!!! She was my beautiful princess!" I heard Brett screaming/crying/sobbing.

"Brett?" I choked out. He turned over to me, wiped away his tears, and cupped my cheek. But, without remorse, I slapped it away from me.

"She said she would hurt you! She threatened your life! You have to believe me, Whitney!!!" He cried out.

"How can I believe you?" I stuttered, tearing up.

"Because..... would I ever do that to you?" He asked.

No.

"No." I muttered, looking at my lap.

He grabbed my face. I miss his touch. "I love you. With everything inside of me." He said before kissing me passionately, I kissed back of course. He would never cheat on me. He loves me. And I love him.

"I fucking love you." He whispered resting his forehead against mine.

"I love you more, baby boy." I whispered back.

"No way!" He whispered as a comeback to my roast/sentimental saying.

We kissed once more before the doctor came in.

"Mrs. Whitney Anderson, you have the permission to leave, go home, and get some rest." He said before leaving us alone.

Brett looked over at me like he could just kiss me over and over again. "You get to go home babygirl." Brett said, tearing up. I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers.

"What are we waiting for then?" I smirked.

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"I fucking love you. With all of my heart." Brett cried.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

*flashback*

Brett just went out to get us some Starbucks. I asked for the pink drink. The best!!!

*knock knock*

"Coming!" I yelled to the door. Thinking it would be my baby boy. But I got a surprise... Emily. She has some damn nerve!!!

I tried to close the door. Key word *tried* She pushed past me. Next thing I know, she has a knife to my throat. "Breakup with him. Or both of you die." She whispered. Before rushing out of the door.

Should I? I love him! I fucking love him! With all my heart. But, our lives are at stake!!!!

Brett then walks into the house with the biggest smile spread across his beautiful face. He sets the drinks down on the kitchen table and comes back running to me. He jumped on top of me and kissed me with the most passion of lust in his kiss and eyes.

Little did he know. Either way, either choice I make... this would be out last kiss. We could die together because of our love for each other or, we could break apart because of our love and avoid each other forever.

I can't let him die. I can't let myself die. We can't be together.

*present*

"You want to breakup. But, why? I don't get it. I love you. You said that you loved me. I can give you anything and everything you could ever want. Please." He exclaimed, pacing around the room.

"And I still love you but, we have to break up. I can't have you getting hurt, because of me. I just can't live with that. I should've died in that bath tub!" I muttered the last sentence. I ran up to him and grabbed him by his cheeks and brought his face down to mine. I rested my forehead against his.

"What do you mean by everything you just said!!!?" He asked shoving me off of him.

"Emily came and threatened both of our lives, she said, if I didn't then we would both die. I can't live or die knowing that I'm the reason this all happened." I said throwing myself at the ground and dropping my face into my hands, balling my eyes out.

"Hey. I won't let that ever happen." He said picking me up and cradling me in his arms.