Insecure {AUGUST ALSINA}

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AUGUST
"You broke up with her? For real?" My voice is raspy and sickly, but I just had to get it out.

How could he break up with her. Catalina of all the girls he's probably dated, that's just the one you don't break up with.

"Don't worry about what I did. Whatever you did to her really messed her up." He multitasks, speaking to me and aggressively writing on the papers on his clipboard. "and mind your business, I didn't break up with her. I'm just giving her time for herself."

I shake my head. He knows her, I don't doubt that, but he doesn't know her well enough to understand her emotions. She's got a lot going on in her head, but she knows what she wants.  Despite the struggles, she knows what she wants and she'll fix everything else around it.

"She doesn't need time. She just needs you to understand." I ignore his hostility out of the best interest for Catalina.

He glances at me when I speak, making a face  like my words have seemed to shock him.

"You don't know what she needs. Don't act like you care about her more than I do." I watch him close the cap of his pen, and for the first time he looks at me instead of avoiding his irritation by wiring and speaking at the same time. "and I don't know what you did to her, but you deserve to suffer for it."

"Am I not?" I gesture my hand towards myself.

A couple of scars and bruises, or bullets isn't enough to compare to what I did to her. I know that, but I don't want to admit that what I did to her was the worst thing you can do to anyone. I feel bad enough about it already, I don't need anyone reminding me of it. The worst day of her life happened because of me. How can I not think about it?

"No. You're not, and if you think you are, just remember that you deserve way worse."

"You don't even know what I did." If he did, he wouldn't be standing here talking to me. He'd be calling the police or completely freaked out.

"It doesn't matter." He clicks on the pen in his hand rapidly. If he'd been any one else, I'd think he'd hit me—but I know that he's too rational to let his emotions get the best of him. At least I'm hoping so.

I huff at the fact that I'm in a hospital right now. Any other time, I would've thrived off the idea of him being angry enough to hit me because that would've given me an excuse to hit him as well. Although I have no reason to, the jealously I feel whenever I see him with Catalina is enough.

"It does and if you knew you wouldn't say that."

I see him open his mouth and raise his eyebrows in a way that shows he was getting ready to say something else, but someone knocks at the door, interrupting us. Catalina stands at the door, just a few feet behind Ashton. She wears stretchy, royal blue scrubs that cling to her somewhat slender frame. Her hair is brushed up into a sleek ponytail at the top of her head and she wears light lipgloss. I don't doubt that someone forced her to put it on, but regardless, she looks beautiful.

"Oh...I didn't know you were here." She glares at Ashton. I know that it's because she's upset about the 'time' that he gave her.

"I'm not leaving." He gives me the same look that she gave him.

"Oh, what am I going to do? Eat her?" I raise both of my eyebrows.

Catalina's eyes travel from him to me and then back to him. She steps back like something has seemed to offend her.