I sit beside Ross in the car, his strong arm around me as he drives. I slowly explain to him what Mikayla just finished telling me, leaving out no details. Before I can stop myself, I tell him about what Sam sent me earlier today.
“I’m so sorry, Baby,” he murmurs, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“It’s alright. I just really don’t know what to do.”
“Hopefully being in Europe will get your mind off of it,” Ross says in an attempt to cheer me up.
“I’m not going to Europe, Ross,” I reply.
“What?”
Deep down I know it is the right thing to do, but I can’t fight the fear trying to consume me. Taking a deep breath, I say, “I need to go to Toronto.”
The second the words leave my lips, Ross literally jumps.
“You can’t go back there!” he insists. “Not after what happened last time you were there!”
“Ross, I don’t have a choice!” I cry. “This is all my fault an-“
“This is not your fault!” he corrects me.
“I need to do this, Ross!”
“I can’t go, and you can’t go without protection, Marriya!”
“I don’t need you to protect me!” I retort. “I’m a big girl, and I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
“You aren’t going, and that is final!”
“That isn’t up to you to decide!” I scream.
“I am not just going to let you go!”
“This isn’t your choice, Ross!”
“I care about you, and I am not letting you put yourself in danger!”
“I care about these people, Ross! They were my entire life before I met you! Now they are in critical condtion, and my best friend is having a mental breakdown. You can’t expect me to not go when all of that is happening!”
“You can’t expect me to let you leave everyone who loves you to go back to your abusive ex and a man trying to steal you from me!” he states angrily. “I’m worried that if I am not there, whatever happens as an outcome will be my fault. I won’t be able to live with myself.”
“Do you understand how many times you referred to yourself in the sentence? Dim the spotlight, Superstar, because life isn’t all about you.”
Ross pulls his car into the curb by my house, and I get out immediately.
“You know what, I’m done,” I seethe, slamming the car door behind myself.
“Mar-“
“Save it,” I growl, stomping up my driveway. “This is my life, Ross, and you aren’t guaranteed a place in it.”
Reaching for the door handle, I turn and give Ross one last look. The driver door is still open, his body still pressed up against the car. I expect him to be as mad as I am, but he isn’t. He just looks… hurt.
When he speaks, his voice is weak and shaky. It’s easy to see he is on the verge of tears. “Is this the end of us?”
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Crazy Stupid Love
Fanfiction"She was his first, he was her last." Marriya Mitchell didn't have it easy. Her life was far from perfect, and the people around her were a constant reminder of that. She had a dad who was never there, a verbally abusive mother, a physically abusive...
