"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲."
[MATURE]
After finally getting rid of her toxic boyfriend, Bethany Russo is ready to take control of her career in marketing. The only issue is that her favourite word is yes. Never one to disappoi...
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"Do not go out that door Beth -"
I slam the door shut behind me and trudge down the front porch. Who does he think he is ordering me around, I find myself mimicking him, my voice deepening to sound like his, "Don't go out that door Bethany."
I move my hands to my pockets and come to a stop. Crap. With a roll of my eyes I quickly run back to the cabin, opening the door with a huff. I spot the folder I needed along with my phone sat on top on the side by the stairs.
"Don't follow me!" I warn glaring at him as he is suiting up to go outside.
"I need to go into town anyway."
"Of course you do," I sigh quickly grabbing my things and turning towards the door.
"Wait then! We can walk down together." He calls from behind.
"I would rather get lost again than be with you right now." I answer honestly, ignoring the way it hurts me to say that. Ignoring the way his face crumbles slightly and then hardens once more into the look I met him with.
His facade.
I sigh shaking my head, he's doing it again. Not showing me who he is, how he feels, I don't feel like I am asking for too much.
I leave trudging back through the thick snow and to the top of the hill. Just before the cabin leaves my sight I turn back, expecting his big body following behind but no one is there. That shouldn't make me upset, but I feel my heart drop into my stomach anyway.
I went back to my room last night. I didn't expect to last all night if I was being honest, I expected him to come in, say he was sorry and that we could work it out, but he didn't. That further broke my heart, I hated fighting with him, it just felt wrong to not be talking to him, to not be in his arms, kissing his lips or beating him at Uno.
Maybe it was wrong of me to put so much pressure on his shoulders, I know how hard it was for him to open up that night, I know how much guilt he carried with him every day. But I needed more, if we were going to actually work I needed him to be as vulnerable with me as I am with him.
I've bared my soul to him, let him be my senses time and time again now, something I don't even do with my parents. He needs to meet me half way, if Bryce taught me anything it was that I didn't have time to waist. I needed to express exactly what I wanted from my relationships and that if those needs weren't met it was okay to walk away. It doesn't mean I didn't try.
