Until I Die

Chapter 21

Miguel, the baseball player from the fight in the park, spoke. 

"That's actual cap bruh." He said. He looked at me, pity in his eyes, and then looked and Jordan, and smirked.

"No bruh. You did this shit with Camila, too. And that was multiple times before the party. You was fucking around with my sister." I hadn't even taken in to consideration that Miguel and Camila were siblings.

"How long." I asked. Fury was rising in my voice. At this point, Jordan, who had been standing behind me had walked away. Everyone was staring.

"How fucking long?" I asked again, this time my voice cracking under the pressure.

"Um, I shouldn't say-"

"No, the FUCK. YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME. IT'S THE LEAST YOU FUCKING OWE ME." I yelled. The anger was starting to spill out.

"I-Um, since before we were dating."

"Are you deadass? ARE YOU DEADASS? JORDAN FUCKING LOVED HER. AND YOU MESSED THAT UP. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING. I CARED FOR YOUR FAMILY. I HELPED YOU GET TO FUCKING COLLEGE.  I SOLVED YOUR STUPID FUCKING ARGUMENTS. I GAVE YOU MY ALL. I GAVE YOU MY HEART. I TRUSTED YOU WITH SHIT MY OWN FUCKING MOTHER DOESN'T KNOW. I LET YOU TAKE MY MOTHER FUCKING VIRGINITY. I HELPED YOU PLAY IN YOUR STUPID FOOTBALL GAMES. I GAVE UP MY DREAM FUCKING COLLEGE TO GO TO UCLA FOR YOU. I COOKED FOR YOUR MOTHER AND FAMILY. I LET YOU IN MY HOME ANYTIME YOU NEEDED SHIT. I DID YOUR FUCKING WORK FOR GOD SAKES. I DID THAT SHIT FOR YOU. I LOVED YOU. DID ALL OF THAT NOT MEAN ANYTHING? DID YOU EVER LOVE ME?" That last sentence made my voice crack as I ran to my car. The tears were streaming down my face. I sat in the driver's seat and punched the steering wheel. I was screaming and crying and I couldn't stop. I wouldn't. I let myself be vulnerable. I let him into my life and he used me. My world felt like it was being ripped apart. I could barely breathe.

The passengers side of the car opened. I looked up in silence as the tears continued to run down my face.

"GET OUT." I yelled at Jaya.

"Baby i-"

"I'm not your fucking baby anymore." I said coldly. The tears continued to run down my face.

"Do you know what you fucking did? Do you not understand what you fucking did? I told you I loved you. You lied. Do you not get that?" I said, shouting. He stared at me in silence. His silence hurt more than anything he could have said.

"Just get out please." I said softly. He tried to cusp my cheek, and I smacked his hand away. 

"Do-do you know what you did to Jordan? That's your best friend. He loved Camila like I loved you. You took that away from him." I said, my voice shaking. 

"You took that from me." I mumbled.

"Aya. I do love you." he said quietly.

"That's all you can say? Are you serious?" I responded. I looked the other way, back at the house. My tears began falling harder. I was sniffling. We sat there.

"Just go. Please." I said, looking down.

"But I love you"

"No Jasaiah. You loved what I could do for you. I can't forgive you for that." I stared at the bottom of the car. He didn't move. He stared at me. I looked straight into his eyes. The hazel eyes that I looked at with love. The ones that I trusted.

"Leave."