Will He? (Leighade)

14: Monster In Me

Three Months Ago

Leigh-Anne

It was after five a.m. and she's just getting back. She reeked of another woman's perfume and her lips looked swollen. Everything about her appearance just screamed that she was cheating.

I laid on my side, moving away when she tried to wrap an arm around my waist. "Leigh-Leigh? Are you awake?" She whispers. I let out an irritated breath before reaching over to turn on my bedside lamp.

"If you're gonna cheat on me, at least go wash the bitch off of you before you lay in my bed," I glare at her.

She stares at me for a minute then sighs. She soon gets up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. I roll my eyes to myself, then turned of my light.

I close my eyes again to try to go back to sleep. I hear the shower running just moments later.

Just as I was finally falling asleep, I hear the shower shut off. I let out a deep sigh, trying to get some sleep. I was mere seconds from dreamland when I feel a dent in the bed.

I feel her get close to me, but doesn't hold me. I couldn't help but feel a bit upset about that. Despite the rift in our relationship, I still want her to hold me.

The sadness starts to grow the more I thought about our deteriorating relationship.

Honestly, it's all love and war.

I sigh quietly before turning around to face her. Even in the dimness coming from the rising sun, her big eyes were still visible. I bring my hand up to her face, caressing her soft cheek.

Her hand covers mine, neither of us saying a word. I noticed that she wasn't wearing anything. There are a bunch of things I wanted to say at this moment, but I couldn't figure out what.

"What're thinkin' 'bout?" She asked softly. I move some of her hair behind her ear. "A lot," I answer. She gives me a small smile, "Can you tell me one?"

I chew on my upper lip for a brief second, "Why do we kill each other slowly?" I ask in barely a whisper. I watch as her eyebrows bunch in the middle in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I retract my hand and slowly sit up. I slump my shoulders and run a hand through my hair.

"We're monsters towards each other, Jade," I start. She sits up as well, scooting back to lean against the headboard. "You cheat on me constantly. I tell you I hate you and wished you were dead or I never met you.

I look back at her, feeling tears prick my eyes. "Why are we like this?" She lets out a heavy sigh, pausing for a moment. She gets up and I see her silhouette move about.

I realize she's putting on clothes from the sound of fabric rubbing together. She comes closer to me and I reach over to turn on the lamp again. She wore a guilty expression on her tanned face.

"We're toxic," I say, choking back a sob. She comes to hug me but I push her away. "Don't touch me," my lip trembles. "I'm tired of pretending that I'm the only one. No matter how many times you make me feel like I am, I cannot shake the fact that I'm not, Jade. It's not fair."

The hurt look on her face almost made me wanna kiss her and pretend it's okay again. But it isn't.

"You're not happy?" She asked, but it sounded like a statement. I ponder on that before coming to a conclusion. "No, I'm not."