Chapter #32: Over


"How's your eye?"

"You cheated on me."

"Evan please, I..."

"Kissing someone who isn't your significant other is cheating, isn't it. It's cheating. I feel sick just thinking about this."

"Evan you just sent a guy to a hospital and you're talking about this? You can't avoid this issue."

"He touched my girlfriend. I was mad. He was instigating. I had the right to throw a punch," Evan seethed, in short quick sentences.

"More like 87 punches," I scoffed under my breath.

We were sitting in the living room, Evan on one couch with his face in his hands, me on another, halfway across the room. It was pretty silent for a long while after Asher ran out of the apartment, coughing and in obvious pain. I watched it all happen, Evan furiously punching Asher, and didn't mind it at all. I was so close to hugging Evan, and offering him his medication, or maybe some dinner, but after a few long moments, I realized the tension was far too high and awkward to even speak. He was intimidating.

He looked at me with anger in his eyes from the otherside of the couch. I cowered under his gaze, muttering a swift 'sorry'.

Minutes passed as we sat in the living room, in silence. I had nothing left to say- we both had nothing to say. Everything was unsettling and I could feel my blood pressure rising every second. Evan had his hands folded under his chin, his eyes gazing on the floor. I chewed on my lip, watching him. It was crazy to think how there was never a dull moment or awkward, non existent conversations just months ago and how now our entire relationship was just gut wrenchingly empty.

We sat in silence for a long time. I ended up laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, the occasional unwelcomed tear strolling down my cheek. My hand rubbed at my belly.

"I can't be with you."

I felt my body freeze, like my blood stopped running through my veins. It was so quiet that I mistaked my mind of making up things, but this couldn't be mistaken. His voice was very firm.

"You can't what?" I breathed.

"I can't be with you, Peyton."

I pushed myself off the ground, my body shaking numbly. "Please, no."

"These years with you have been nothing but painful."

I looked at him with utter disbelief. My heart sank to the deepest depths of my stomach, and bile rose in my throat. I knew this feeling, and I suddenly felt my entire body spiral into painful heartbreak. It was so odd, I knew something like this would happen, I was expecting it, we'd gone through an insane amount of drama in the span of a couple days, but to hear him physically say it made me sick.

"The bad's have overcome the good's I've had with you. And I know they never should but they have. Our relationship is a fucking mess, and you hurt my head. You kissed Asher."

"I hurt your head," I whispered, accepting, nodding lightly. I felt myself choking up, as he lifted his head to look at me. We stared at each other from across the living room. I couldn't believe that was the best he could say.

"My recovery is so slow because of all this shit. The abortion. This stress. Asher. College. You. And I love you so fucking much... I loved you so fucking much, but effort goes both ways in a relationship and somehow I'm always the one throwing it around and you're not."

I couldn't believe my ears, I felt disobeyed and so rejected. He poured his heart out in the way I never imagined and every word hurt me even more.

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