Love The One You're With

Chapter 18 - The Fight Part 2

 “What’s wrong?” Justin asked, worried and just staring at me waiting for me to talk.

“I’m sorry.” Sorry because I can’t give you what you want tonight or sorry because I’m being so unfaithful?

“What’s with you? It seems like you aren’t yourself lately.” He asked, moving up and managing to sit down.

I stood up and grab my robe and wrapped it around me. “I don’t know, Justin.” I walk my way out of the bedroom and head to the kitchen to get water, trying to avoid all of the questions he might ask.

“Tell me.” He pleaded, following me. With the look on his face that I can’t even read anymore.

“There’s nothing to tell. I’m tired from work!” I banged the fridge’s door and it shook really hard. I put the pitcher down the counter and exhaled.

“I think that’s not the reason why you’re acting like that.” He said, his voice starting to rise.

“Stop it!” I shouted, losing my patience.

“Stop what?”

“Like you know me at all! You’re acting like you know my every move, my every breathe! It’s irritating!”

“Isn’t that all relationships are all about? Knowing each other well enough? Each other’s flaws?” he said, his voice cracking out of anger or tears. I don’t know, I can’t tell. I can’t even look at him straight in the eyes.

I opened the television trying to escape all the drama that’s been happening tonight. He’s just there talking, but my mind is not around that’s why I can’t even understand what he is saying.

“You’ve always been busy and now that we had time for each other you’re acting like that!” he said and my ears tingle. I felt my anger reached my head and all I can see is pitching black.

I stood up and shouted, “Me? I’ve always been busy? Why don’t you ask yourself if how many times you sleep at home for the past six months?”

He just stood there, in front of me. Not knowing whether to answer me back or just stop so that this argument will end. He clenched his fist and it’s a sign of him holding himself not to get much angrier.

“What now, Justin? Now you can’t talk because you know that I’m right.” I confronted. “And you know, I am not that kind of woman that let a man choose between me and his career, but you promised! You always promise that you’re going to stay for a night, for a week, for us to have time together, but no. You’re always, always, bailing on me!”

“That’s why I’m here right now! You know, if I knew we’ll just fight like this, I shouldn’t have just come!”

“Well, F-Y-I, I didn’t ask you to. So don’t act like it’s something that I have to be thankful for!”

It’s been a while since Justin and I had a fight. We rarely fight actually. I can count with my one hand the times we fought and I can still remember what it is all about.

But these past few days, I think I’m getting him out of my system. No matter how much you love someone, it will come to a point that the candle that lit up the whole night will start to melt and run out of light.

I don’t wanna tell myself that I am only feeling like this because of Brad. He’s not the reason. Justin and I having no time for each other is the reason.

At the start of our relationship we both promised that our careers won’t be a hindrance for us. But I guess, promises are really meant to be broken. I always ask myself if somebody in this world had already kept his or her promise.

“So not it’s my fault? I’m the only one who has fault in here? I’m the only one who has no time for this relationship?” he questioned, his voice is almost cracking.

“Yes! Obviously! That’s why don’t wonder if one day you’ll just find out that I run away with another man!” I know how selfish I am by saying these things. And even though I know to myself that I’ll never do that, I still feel guilty by saying that. But I’m so mad at Justin right now that I can’t even control or think first before a word came out from my mouth.

“Is it Brad?” he asked, in a low voice. My stomach turns and my whole body shivers. My eyes widened as I stood up and face him again.

“What?!”

“Are you back together with him? Because I saw it in the paper this morning and sometimes I just can’t help but to start believing it.” I can’t believe what he’s saying. I think all of my nerves are all starting to pop out of anger. Any minute now, I’m a bomb that will explode.

“Are you seriously kidding me?” I yelled. My body trembles but I manage to go to my room and change my nighties to jeans and a shirt. “I can’t seriously believe how you believe with those bullshits. You know I hate those tabloids and now you’re slapping into my face that you considering it is true?!”

Am I mad because he believes on tabloids or am I mad because I know how true it is?

I put on the first shoes that I held onto and grabbed my purse and keys.

 “I just said I’m starting to, I didn’t say that I believe it.” he reasoned out. “And why are you acting like it is all true?”

“What’s the difference?!” I faced him. I looked at him and my blood reached its boiling point. My eyes get smaller out of anger and my teeth grit. “I am so mad at you right now!”

I started walking out of this hell hole and he shouted, “Where are you going?”

“To Brad!” I shouted back.

“Ha-ha-ha! Nice one.” I heard him say before I closed the door

I found myself in front of Brad’s penthouse. I don’t even know why I decided to go here. What I only know is I’m mad and I don’t wanna see anybody else. Before I knock, he already opened the door.

“Jen?” he said, startled, wearing a white v-neck shirt and boxers.

I grabbed his face and my lips find its way into his. He was just standing there confused with what is happening but he grabbed me and led me inside. I fell deep into his mouth as I hear the door slowly close and locked us into a magical world that only the two of us exist.

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You all have no idea how much it's hard for me to make Jen and Justin fight. It really does break my heart ;) But I wish you like this chapter as much as I do.

Can you already feel the end coming? Just stay tune because a lot more of exciting scenes to come!