Chapter Eighty-Six.

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Just like that my heart had been ripped to shreds yet again. How could he be so carless. Not only has he wrote such horrible things but the whole world will be able to see them too. Im beyond upset. Mostly angry. I looked at Chase as the tears brimmed, lining my eyes. "Daisy." He said softly, clearly lost for words. I'm out of my own head, going insane at this. "You knew about this!" I exclaimed scowling at him. "I knew he wrote something but not that." he looked at me baffled. "Get out." I said under my breath. 

I didn't feel like myself. "No, I'm not leaving you like this." He said leaning over putting his hand on my thigh. "I said get out!" I shouted pushing his touch off my skin. "I said no." He raised his voice again. Chase was too loyal for his own good and as much as I wanted to be alone I knew deep down he wasn't going anywhere. "Fine." I said in defiance. I got up from the couch and grabbed my key from the side. "Then come with me." I giggled the key. "Daisy no, not like this." he knew me too well. He knew what I was about to do my eyes basically told him but there was no way I was letting this go. "Look you're either staying for when I get home, or you're coming to keep me some what sane but you better hurry before ive left the parking lot." I said walking out the door. 

I didn't see if he was following or not so I carried on. I sat in my car and just as I was revising from my spot the door opened and Chase sat beside me. He placed his hand atop of mine on the wheel, "I'll help you through anything, no matter what." He smiled and I tried to smile back but the ache in my heart didn't allow it. 

I pulled up, noticing Payton's car on the drive way but right now he was the last thing on my mind, and within seconds of turning of the engine I was storming into the house. Chase was behind me a little telling me to calm down but right now I really wasn't thinking about being calm. I strutted into the living room and Jaden wasn't in there. Griff and Payton were playing smash bros but and their faces dropped when they saw the mood I was in. "She heard it." Chase said as he stood behind me. "Fuck, he's upstairs." Griffin bit his lip. He knee shit was about to go down. "Jaden fucking Hossler! Get down here now." I shouted at the top of my voice. "You always were feisty." Griffin sarcastically remarked and I gave him the finger. 

I paced back and forth as I waited for him. "I'm just gonna..." Chase said sitting on the couch. He had the cheesiest grin on his face. Of course he was going to love this. Jaden came down the stairs and into the living room just in his boxers. They boy that I once cared for was now gone. "Fuck you! you fucking asshole. How could you?" I screamed in his face pushing on his chest. "I hate you. I fucking hate you." I hit his chest over and over again getting every bit of anger out. He grabbed my wrists in one hand stopping me from the assault. "Let me explain." He spoke softly as I pulled out of his grip. "Explain, I thought I was 'dead' to you." I said referencing the lyrics with quotation marks. 

"Look I wrote how I was feeling, but I wrote that song when you first got with Pay I was hurt, but the producers love it. They think it's good for me." He was so fucking egotistical. "Hurt?" I sneered shaking my head in disbelief. "And you really think it makes it better that you wrote this before. Are you really that stupid." I couldn't believe the words that came from his mouth. "You wrote this before you kissed me, you wrote this before you ruined the best relationship in my life, you wrote this before I spent Christmas with you and your mom. But you're the one that's hurt right. It's all about you huh?" I wanted to stay cool but I couldn't even bear to look at him right now. 

"Yes Daisy, it hurts seeing you happy without me. Is that so hard to believe. And yes I do hate you for it. I thought I was getting you back and we could be happy again but I knew that wasn't going to happen the minuet you put that ring back on." He pointed to my hand. "Fuck you." I coldly looked into his eyes. "This has changed you, the big house, the pretty girl, I hate the new you. I could never love you." I spat. If I looked in the mirror right now I wouldn't even recognise myself. 

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