Possessive Love {Editing}

Chapter 23

Aliyah Pov

When I got into the car, I broke down. I didn't cry like I assumed I would because crying does't really help. The rain started pouring again and I was shivering, but I didn't seem to notice. I want to let go of August, but seeing him didn't help. At least not with the situation just in general. The words he said echoed in my head, but I couldn't just bring every part of me to believe him. I want to believe him when he says he loves me, but that's what got me in this situation. I believed him.  What if he does love me?   Would that change anything?  Of course not, it still won't change what he did. What he did is unforgettable.  

I really don't want to move into a dorm on campus, but I can't stay there either and Symone's moving out and I definitely can't stay with August. Why does everything have to be so fucked up? We were fine two days ago or however long ago, but he he had to go and mess everything up.

I started the car and it just occurred to me how cold it is. My goosebumps were getting goosebumps. I never experienced this much pain and I never thought someone could do such things to people. I thought  Jerome hitting me was the worst thing that could happen to me, but I realized what makes this hurts so much. I am in love with August Anthony Alsina. I cared for Jerome, but I didn't love him. My mom convince me that I will eventually love him, but it never happened. She would says sometimes it isn't always about love, but the assurance of your future. 

I'm driving down the streets of NOLA , not sure where to go. August begging me to stay had a bigger effect on me than I thought it would. The way he said made it seemed like he cares or I hurt him somehow or at least I think so. I don't even know if he was sincere or he was just doing cause he like to fuck with my feelings. I can't even think straight  because of him.

I thought again to where I'm gonna stay and my mother isn't really a option at the moment since she's probably going to drill me about getting back with Jerome even though I already made it clear that I don't want to be with him. 

My phone vibrated, catching my attention making me look over to the passenger seat where I must have put it when I came in the car. I came to a stop light and I picked it up to check who messaged me. I clicked on the little message icon to see I had 10 new messages. I checked to make sure none was from August.

I'm glad that he didn't text me, but  kinda off sad because he wanted to make things work but he's not trying. I know I hurt him, but how do you think I feel? Being in love with someone then finding out it was all a game to him. 

After driving around for a good hour or so I remembered there was a hotel close to my college. I finally got to the hotel and it was still raining, but not as much anymore. I grab my oversized YSL bag that had everything I need for tonight. I pull my hood over my head before rushing out the car into the hotel. It was pretty nice and a little expensive, but I didn't care at the moment. I pretty much homeless until my mom gets me a  dorm on campus or I find my own apartment.

The blonde lady between the counter looks grumpy and rude. She saw and gave me a mean look then ask me for my driver's license. I handed it to her and her long nails tap the keys on the keyboard was the only sound otherwise from the soft classical music coming from the speakers above.  She hands me back my licenses along the with a key card and a fake smile.