"You're all mine, Lydia." Ace spits.
"Like hell I am." I fire shots back. Who does he think he is to boss me around like that?
His hands snaked around my waist and he slammed me against the wall behind me. I found myself giving in. But that's what...
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** He let go of my wrist and I found myself falling on the bed defeatedly. I sucked in a huge breath, he looks mad. Scratch that, he's infuriated. But so am I. When we're both angry, we never end up on good terms.
"Why did you come here?" He asks again. I can't help but notice his fists clenching. It was like he got ready to break something or hit me.
"To check on you." I repeated. Why is he mad?
"I'm fine." He says in a final tone. Almost like he wants me to leave. I took that as a sign and exited his room. I was on my way back down the stairs but my forearm was grabbed. Sure enough, it's Ace again.
"I thought you wanted me to leave?"
"I never said that. Come back up."
I don't trust my voice so I just nodded and followed him back up. His hand was still curled around my arm, it's like he doubted that I'll follow him. He doesn't need to do that, he should know by now that I'll follow him. I, myself, don't know why I would but I know I just would.
"We need to talk." He notes as we enter his room. He sits on the bed and I follow him, sitting on the foot of the bed. I don't know how I feel about this absurd suspicion.
"So talk." I cross my arms and legs.
"For starters, you can't keep showing up here anymore." He says. His words hurt me more than they should've. Once again, I'm beyond mindless to think that Ace would've wanted more with me. I've known him for what? A week? Maybe two?
"I won't. You weren't answering your phone so I was worried." I explain myself and the situation. He wasn't affected. He just sighed and I can't hint at the type of that sigh. It's most likely a disappointed or frustrated one. Sure it is.
"I'm fine." He says.
"Good."
The silence between us was awkward and inevitable. I can't seem to find the right words. Ace hurt me but not enough for me to complain about it.
"You know this should come to an end eventually right?" He asks. To say I'm confused is an understatement. As if he's reading my thoughts, he begins explaining himself more. I dreaded his next few words that he had to say.
"Your mum and my dad are getting married soon, it's better if we stop what we're doing now. It'll be better than if we do it later."
Despite my growing pain, I know deep down that he's right. I can't keep myself attached to him for too long or one of us will fall for the other, sooner or later. The slightest connection between us was broken and I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces. I didn't even know why I was hurting.
Before I know it, warm tears came flooding down like a stream. I felt completely and utterly stupid to be crying in front of him but I couldn't help him. I'm at my weakest point in front of the only person who's able to make me even weaker and more vulnerable.
"Please don't cry, Lyd." He says in a faint voice, it's barely above a whisper.
I wiped the tears with the heel of my hand and more tears rolled on my red-tinted cheeks. I sniffled and scrunched the bridge of my nose.
"Why did you invite me to go with you to Montana then?" I can't help but feel like he wanted me to go so he can take advantage of me and my vulnerability more.
"I still want you to come." He says lowly. I almost didn't catch what he said. I didn't realize that he didn't answer my question either.
"Okay." I muttered. I just wanted to prove to him that all my intentions on going to this trip were so I can get to know him. "And I honestly agree. We shouldn't have done what we did." My voice came much louder and angrier than I intended it to be. I stormed out and relief washes over me when he doesn't follow me. He knows better than to do that when I'm at my angry state.
I rushed to my car and started the ignition. His words replayed on my mind like an ongoing scenario.
You know this should come to an end eventually right?
Your mum and my dad are getting married soon.
It's better if we stop what we're doing now.
I still want you to come.
It was all a lie from the beginning. He took advantage of me kissing him and things between us escalated. He knew my weaknesses and he was there when I was in need of comfort and in my saddest and weakest state. He's the only one who understands how hurt I am to have my mother remarry somebody. He knew it all from the beginning and he took advantage of me.
As much as I want to think of something good he's done to me, I can't. Even if there is, it doesn't matter to me anymore. He's right and I know he is. We should stop seeing each other like that. At all, as a matter of a fact.
