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“No… No… you don’t get to act like you’re the one hurt here. You fucking did this. Was it revenge? Was everything you told me a lie?” I don’t know why I’m asking these questions, they don’t matter anymore. My heart shattered in two the moment I heard the first word of that voice recording.
“It’s not like that. I didn’t send this.”
“You’re a liar. A fucking liar.” I shake my head, unable to believe anything he says. I thought we had found love again, but it was just a joke. A knock sounds on my bedroom door, and a moment later, Cally walks in with a horrific look in her eyes.
“Did you get the text?” she whispers and that’s when something inside me snaps. Losing Remington the first time hurt, but this time…I feel nothing…he shared our very first moment together with everyone, every single fucking person.
“Jules, please…let me try and make this right…”
I’m shutting down. I no longer hear his words or see his face. There is no friendship, no love, everything was a lie, built on lies, and spread as a joke by him.
“Leave,” I whisper.
He looks at me like I’ve slapped him. “Please, Jules don’t…”
“Leave!!!!” I scream, pointing toward the door. I can feel the tears in my eyes, my chest heaves, and my heart slams against my ribcage so painfully it might as well be beating on the outside of my body.
“Let me explain this to you first…It isn’t…”
“Leave, or I’m calling the cops,” I scream, shoving him in the chest, and he lets me, he lets me shove him. “I hate you, I can’t believe I let you do this. I trusted you and you…I hate you so much. You’re dead to me…I never ever want to see you again. We’re done, all of this, it never existed. To me, you never existed…” I hit him over and over again, and then just like I asked, he turns around and walks out of the bedroom. My hands fall to my sides and I stare coldly at the spot he was just standing in.
As soon as I hear the front door close, I sink down to the floor. I’m distinctly aware of my knees slamming into the carpet, my stomach clenching into a tight knot, pain searing every single cell in my body. It feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.
This is what he wanted. This was his revenge.
He used me, and I played right into his fucking hand like a stupid girl. Stupid. I was so fucking stupid to believe he wanted me. He warned me when I first got here, he told me what he was going to do, and I let him…I let him do this to me.
“Jules.” Cally’s voice registers in my ears, but I don’t react. I’m too far gone, too broken to feel anything. Through tears, I watch as she sinks to the floor in front of me, her arms wrapping around me. I can feel her holding me tightly, but nothing will fuse me back together again. I thought I was hurt before, shattered beyond repair, but nothing compares to now.
“I… I… need to leave.” I push to my knees abruptly, and then onto my shaky legs.
“What? You can’t leave, Jules, not in this state.”
Ignoring her, I grab a bag out of my closet and start stuffing clothing into it, not even paying attention to the items I’m grabbing.
Where will I go? Who can save me from him?
I pause, thinking to myself. Only one word comes to mind: Sebastian.
He’ll protect me. He’ll make sure his brother doesn’t come for me.
“Jules, you can’t leave, where will you go?” Cally’s voice is filled with fear, with worry, but it doesn’t register in my mind. I search the room for my phone, pick it up, ignoring every single message that lights up the screen. Scrolling to Sebastian’s number, I hit the green call button. It doesn’t even ring once and his deep voice is filtering into the speaker.
“Jules?”
“Can you pick me up, please?” My voice is numb, no emotion to it whatsoever.
He did this to you. He used you. Stole from you.
“Of course, where are you?” I can hear him moving around, the sound of keys jingling in the background.
“My house,” I respond.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.”
I hang up the phone, power it off and shove it into the bag with the rest of my stuff.
“Jules, please, just talk…you need to talk about this. I can help you fix this, we can report it to administration. They’ll make him pay for hurting you.”
Pay? He’ll never pay for hurting me, and if I stay here, I’ll just get hurt more.
I shake my head, my throat burns, bile rising from my stomach and into my throat. I feel sick, and the last thing I want to do at all is feel, because feeling means pain, and pain is a reminder of what he did to me. He ruined me. He made me love him deeper than I ever loved him before, and then he ripped me to pieces, ripped the love right out from under me.
