PURITY

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚

Joey's Pov

It's been a week since I filed the police report and nothing has fucking happened. Nothing!
No call, no letter, no email. Nothing.

But what has been happening, that stupid van is there everyday. Same time, same place.

I get out of my dinged up car and shut the door, walking into the gas station ready for my shift. At least today I get to go out with my girlfriend. We haven't been able to spend real time with each other since she got into Drake College for their law program. She's smart as fuck so I wasn't surprised when she got in. We celebrated the night before she left. It's not that far away but I never wanted to interrupt her studies by going up there so we haven't seen much of each other.

So when she came down to my work I was pleasantly surprised to say the least. It was crazy how much I missed her. I guess I just suppressed the feelings of missing her for as long as I could.

I smile like a dork as I walk into work and behind the counter.

My good mood lasts the whole day even though plenty of asshole iowans come in and decide to yell at my service.

Eventually I get to clock out and head home. I don't even mind the van sitting across the street as I walk to my car and opening the door with no problem for once in my life.

Today was a good day.

I drive home and change quickly from my work uniform to my black skinny jeans with a black long sleeve shirt. Nothing too fancy, we want to keep it casual. That's how we like our dates. Nothing too fancy. I put on some light makeup and go to pick her up. I'm so excited that I can't quit smiling at this point.

I drive over to her dorm and park outside. I text her that I'm here and lean against my dinged up Mazda, waiting for her. It takes a few minutes for her to walk outside and when she sees me, she gives a wave and walks over.

"Hi Joey." She gives a small smile.
I smile brightly and respond, "I know it hasn't been that long since we've seen each other but I've missed you."

She nods in agreement before getting in the car. I follow suit and drive to a small restaurant down the street. I know she loves this place and I've grown to like it myself.

I help her out of the car and we walk in together. The waitress seats us at a booth and we look through the menu for something that seems good. We make small talk as we look, asking how life has been going and how her school is treating her. It turns out that she's doing double the classes she needs to take so she can graduate two years early. No wonder she has zero time to herself...
She also tells me that she's made plenty of friends and I'm happy for her, but a pang of jealousy hits my chest to think that she may be spending more time with them than me.

In return she asks me how I am and what's been going on in my life. I casually share that I'm getting stalked by this dude. She shows slight concern but not the normal amount someone would show if they cared. I shrug it off and continue telling her about how I still work at the gas station but I'm working on drums on the side. I hope one day to finally get in a band but some days I don't think I'm all that worthy...

She gives a polite smile when the waitress comes back, focusing all of her attention on her and not me. I play with my fingers, I'm starting to think she doesn't like me anymore. That couldn't be it right..? I've given her so much that she can't just throw it away. I realize that I'm catastrophizing and that I need to chill out. I take a deep breath and tell the waitress what I want.

While we wait for the food It's silent between us.

I've already tried to start a conversation twice more but she's not having it. I just gave up at this point. Maybe she's just had a rough day and doesn't want to talk about it. I wish she'd tell me that so I could give her space or help her out if she needed. But of course she doesn't.

Soon the food is placed in front of us and that's when she drops something I didn't expect to hear come from her mouth.

"Joey... I'm cheating on you. I can't do this anymore. I've found new friends and now I'm at a good school. I plan on moving out to Florida with my new boyfriend once I finish." She looks at me with a blank gaze.

All I feel is embarrassment and it fucking sucks. "Walk yourself home bitch." I snap before walking out, leaving her to pay the bill. I yank open my car door and slam it behind me, starting the shitty Mazda up and speeding home, disregarding the speed limit completely. I feel hot tears sting my eyes but I blink them away quickly. I'm not crying over some law school bitch. I keep repeating that over and over in my head until the tears that wanted to fall, got their way.
I think of all the shit I gave her. I let her borrow thousands of dollars that I never got paid back. I've literally given her the shirt off my back. I let her in my heart and let her see all the ugly parts. Of course all I got in return was disappointment. Well this won't ever happen again. Never will I let anyone get this close again. It's done and over with.

I pull into the driveway of my house and there's that fucking van across the street. I'm boiling with anger at this point and I know I'm going to boil over. But fuck it. If the police wont do anything about this asshole then I'll do it myself.

I slam my car door behind me and stomp over to that godforsaken van. I pound on the window and that's when I knew I made the biggest mistake ever.

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(A/N): Written by j0eYj0rdis0n
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