The Photo Project (#Wattys2014)

30: See You Tomorrow.

"You know, that's not any way to great an old.. Friend, is it Isobel?" He tsk's, shaking his head.

"Get out." I whisper, keeping my eyes on the ground.

"Oh c'mon sweet heart, talk to me. How's Hayden?" He taunts.

My eyes narrow and a lump forms in my throat. I knew he had done it.

"I could tell them, right now, that you're the one who messed up his breaks."

"Oh, but you wouldn't." He quickly responds.

I laugh darkly and look up at him, shaking my head. "And you know me so well, huh? You don't know anything about me."

"But I do. I know every ounce of you."

"Not anymore.. What you've put me though, what you've put us through, has only made me stronger. I used to be weak when I was with you. And yea, maybe I'm still getting over things, maybe I'm still growing.. But I'll get there. How does that make you feel, Chase? That I'm recovering from all the damage you did."

He laughs, and I swear I almost take that letter opener and shove it down his throat.

"Sweetheart, please stop. You're just making me feel bad for you."

I look at the letter opener and think about it, but think better.

I didn't feel like going to jail. Yet.

I slowly walk backwards while keeping my eyes on him.

"Why do you keep coming back? I don't get it. Are you still hung up on me or something?" I ask, trying to keep him distracted.

"Oh please. You love my little visits, I know you do."

"You're mental." I state, shaking my head.

"Because you made me that way, with all your freaking crying and whining."

"I cried because of what you did. What, did you expect me to just take it and freaking smile?"

"You were just a big baby. I was trying to prepare you for the real world."

"Oh yea, because the real world uses their fists when their pissed off at someone. Because my boss will rape me when he gets tired of hearing me 'whine'. Because some random stranger will take me into an ally and let his friends put their hands on me when I accidentally brush shoulder with him on the sidewalk." I calmly state, even though I wanted to scream at him.

He stares at me and watches as I press the red button on the remote they had.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

"Yes.. Please take this maniac out of my room. And don't let him come back."

"I'll be there right away with security."

"I suggest you leave Hayden and I alone. Because if you ever come near us again.. Let's just say I'm not afraid to do what needs to be done. I'm really not, Chase. Because you've done a lot of shit to me, and I just can't wait to get my hands on you."

"I knew you wanted me, baby."

I laugh and shake my head, looking down. "I was thinking more of putting you six feet under. You're insane."

The door opens and I look up, watching as security men grab Chase and begin to drag him out.

He doesn't put up much of a fight. He just lets them slide him away as he smirks at me.

And somehow I knew, I knew this wasn't over, and it never would be.

I sit down on my bed, staring at my hands.