Breaking Point

"You're such a fucking asshole, Justin." I spat, repacking for probably the fifth time this month. "Babe, just wait a sec-" Justin tried. "No." I said harshly. "It's always the same thing with you, Justin. With us! I'm done with this!" He always did this, he'd always hurt me, break my heart but then come and apologise. I would pack up every time and leave, then end up coming right back to him. It was how we worked. How we coped with one another. He would do something stupid and idiotic that would break my heart, we'd argue, fight. Then i'd leave, he'd come and find me and apologise and I always took him back.

I felt his hand grip my wrist, making me drop the shirt in my hand and spun me around to face him. Once I faced him, he slid his other hand around my waist, pulling me close to him and pressed his forehead to mine, spiking my heart rate. He closed his eyes and I could feel his breathe on my lips every time he breathed out. "Kayla.." He breathed. I sucked in a short, shaky breathe as he put his lips centimeters from mine. "I'm sorry.." He murmered against my lips. My heart was pounding in my chest, I could never handle being this close to him. I was never able to contain the emotions that he just seemed to bubble up. My heart would ache and pound in my chest to the point where it hurts. My fingers always curled with the urge to touch, my body reacted in a way I didn't even know how to begin to describe, all because that boy always broke my heart.

It hurt being this close to him and not being able to kiss him. I refused  to let him off as easy as I always did. I was going to stand my ground.

I didn't have the urge to fight any longer because Justin gently pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was gentle yet so much passion was buried beneath the surface, which made the kiss overwhelming. I reacted automatically by grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to me, deepening the kiss. His arms encircled around me, making me melt into him. My body molding perfectly into his. All our problems and issues just seemed to melt away with his touch.

A moan came from the back of Justin's throat as he tightened his grip around me, pressing me closer to him. He removed his arms and slid his hands to my waist, gripping it tightly and pushing me against the wall. A gasp slipped from my lips from how rough he was being and the cold wall of the bedroom pressed against my back, chilling me through my thin t-shirt. Justin took that opening and slid his tongue into my mouth, our tongues began fighting for dominance, Justin winning. I slipped my hands to the hem of his shirt, my fingers brushing the bare skin of his abs. He shivered at my touch and broke the kiss briefly to pull off his shirt before quickly pressing his lips back to mine.

He slid his hands to my thighs, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso and twisted my fingers in his hair. I pulled his face closer to mine, wanting more of him. Justin moved a hand from my thigh and moved it up to my waist, sliding his hand up my shirt, touching my bare stomach. I shivered, my eyes fluttering. I removed my fingers from his hair and pulled off my shirt. Justin then pressed his lips back to mine, slipping his tongue back inside. He began to kiss my jawline, moving down to my neck. I gasped as his teeth grazed my skin.

My mind seemed to come from its lustful cloud and remember the reason I was packing.

Everywhere I looked, I saw them. Him grabbing her face, holding her hand, cupping her butt. He told me he was flying out to Canada to visit family but instead I found pictures of him and her down in Mexico, practically having sex on the beach.

I moved my hand to his bare chest and gave him a shove, pushing him off of me. Taken aback by my sudden reaction, Justin stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock. "What the -"He started. "Don't touch me." I snapped, picking my shirt up off of the floor and pulling it on before returning to packing my clothes, a scowl planted on my face. The son of a bitch had almost had me. "Kayla, what are you doing?" Justin asked, I shot him a glare and zipped up my suitcase. "You're a liar, a cheater, a manipulative asshole and now, you're currently single." I told him before yanking my suitcase from the bed and walking out of the room. "Kayla! Wait, don't do this!" He called after me, I could hear his footsteps as he followed but I didn't turn around. I walked through the hallway, passing all the pictures of me and Justin, our families, our good times, our memories..that's all they were now. Just memories of good times that were long gone.

I grabbed my keys from the counter and walked out the door, heading for my car. I threw my suitcase into the backseat. Id done this so many times but this time, I was so done with his bullshit. I wasn't going to let him keep using me then cheat on me with her. It wasn't going to happen. Not anymore.

Just as I was about to get into the car, Justin grabbed my arm, getting me to turn around. "Babe, please don't do this. Don't go." He said, cupping my face and looking me in the eyes. My heart jumped, unable to handle how close we were. "Don't leave me..come back inside..stay at home." He pleaded, my heart flinched at the word 'home'. I closed my eyes to try and stop the tears from wheling up inside of them. I'd told him when we first moved here that this place already was starting to feel like home. That was before. Now? This place was alien to me, nothing like home. Not anymore at least. I stepped away, pulling away from him and climbed inside the car and shut the door. I put the keys in the ignition, revving the car to life. I sighed at the roar the car gave and put the car in reverse, putting my foot on the break so the car wouldn't move just yet.

I looked up into Justin's golden swirled mocha orbs. "Goodbye, Justin.." I whispered. His eyes over flowed with tears as I rolled up my window and backed out of the drive way, leaving again.

This time, I was pretty sure I wasn't ever coming back.