Finding You

Chapter sixteen: Screwed up

Paisley's POV:
After a good long nap it was 7am. I woke up while he was finding a parking spot. I pulled the lever on the side of my seat, and placed myself into a normal sitting position. He pulled the car onside of a yellow Volkswagen. Good thing the car is small! Ha!

"Good morning," he said tiredly. I feel bad because I kinda did leave him to drive for two hours. He pulled the keys out the ignition.

"Good morning," I said faintly. I felt like I was going to cry. I'm so lazy! He just had to take a two hour drive for me and I slept the entire time! This is all for me and I slept! I'm such a disgusting, lazy, fat asshole!

He opened the car door and didn't say another word. We walked side by side. He was probably about five inches apart from me. I could tell he was mad. He looked ahead and the smile faded from his face. This is all my fault! Ughhhhhhhhhhh! I hate myself!

We walked in and I walked into a store called Torrid. He put his head down as we walked in. If you didn't know already Torrid is a plus size store. It's made for girls like me who are a little rounder than most, and waist size exceeds more than a 20. Was he embarrassed of me? I started to cry but I hid my face.

"I'm gonna go sit by the fitting area," he said aggravated. I nodded as he walked away from me. I grabbed a couple things from off the racks around me. They didn't consist of much. I grabbed a couple camisoles aka cami's, leggings, loose shorts, and t-shirts. I didn't have the best choice in style, nor did I have many options due to my size.

I walked by him with the clothes in my hand. He looked down at his phone. His eyes widened at whatever was on his screen. I didn't stop to ask and I didn't try and snoop. I walked into the room and shut the curtain. I picked up a pair of high waisted leggings and a cami first.

I know that I didn't look that great, but this was comfortable and felt good. Showing off my midriff wasn't really my style, but it made me feel beautiful. It helped me a little with knowing my size won't over come me. I adjusted myself one more time before walking out. Pulling my hair into a new ponytail, and placing my tennis shoes back on.

I walked out and yet again he was staring at his phone screen. What the hell is so important dude! Like come the fuck on I'm sorry but damn! When he seemed to be scrolling to the next thing I cleared my throat.

"How do I look?" I asked hoping to actually get him to speak to me. He started me up and down. His face changed from the happiness when looking at his screen, to confusion and disgust.

"Like a giant marshmallow dipped in chocolate," he commented. I froze. Did he really just say that to me? After everything that happened, after everything he said, after everything we've been through. I started to cry.

"Stop crying in public," he paused and starting laughing,"then the marshmallow would be melting." He giggles so loud it echoed through the room. I began to cry more not only because I was hurt, but because I wanted to prove a point.

"Stop it!" He demanded. I continued to sniffle and let out small whines. He got up quickly and grabbed me tightly by my arm. "Stop it now!"he yelled in my face, "your acting like a child," he said releasing me. I let out more tears while he was turned around.

"That hurt!" I madly stated loud enough to reach him where he stood. He turned around and walked back towards me.

"What did you just say?"he asked me frustrated. I gulped because as much as I knew what was about to happen, I couldn't ever let him win.

"I. Said. That. Hurt," I said nice and slow to make sure he heard me that time. He slapped me. Right across my face only this time I refused to fall. I held back the tears because I couldn't let him win.

"You're just like my father!" I screamed at him. I was holding my cheek as I did so. I could already tell he left a mark and a bruise.

He looked at me annoyed. "Well I've done something that your father hasn't," he commented back. I looked at him confused, and all he did was laugh. "I found someone new, someone to take my attention off you, and someone to distract me from the ton of problems," he said laughing.

A ton of problem...that was horrible. I started to cry now. I couldn't take the pain in my face, or in my heart. "I can't believe you," I screamed at him through my tears.

He lifted my chin with his fingers, "who would ever actually love someone weak and pathetic like you,"he said letting me go. He laughed again, "who could love a plus size, bisexual teenage girl who can't do shit."

"Leave!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. He looked at me shocked. As if I was going to let him continue to do this to me in public.

"Glad to see you and I are on the same page," he said turning and walking through the clothes. I got down on my knees and started to sob. That was the one person who I thought really loved me. And look what happened! He fucked me over just to get close to me. For what?! It was all some joke! 

One of the workers came and tapped my shoulder. I looked up at her. Drying my tears. "Yes ma'am," I looked up at her waiting for her to kick me out.

"Come with me," she said quietly lifting me up off the ground. I followed her back into the fitting room. She offered me her phone. I shook my head at her.

"I saw everything and recorded it for you to press charges," she forced the phone into my hands, "call someone to come and get you and I'll forward it to them."

I pulled the crumbled piece of paper out of my pocket again. Dialing her number quickly into the keypad.

"Hello?" I hear a voice speak through the phone.

"Hey Courtney it me," I said softly weeping into the phone.

"Hey hunny what's wrong?"she asked comfortingly.

"I need you to come get me," I told her, "I'll explain everything when you get here."

"Where are you?"she asked quickly.

"New York, New York in the mall we had lunch at once," I said, "except I'm in Torrid at the moment."

"I'm on my way!"she said quickly and hung up the phone.
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To be continued...