Perfect Fate ✔

24. Perfection

Him..

"Please calm down." I said gently.

"Go to hell, Dean." She wiped her face again and walked past me to the bedroom. She got in and locked the door after her and started sobbing again.

I didn't know she held that much pain inside. I had no idea that that bastard cheated because she wouldn't sleep with him. I also knew nothing about her mother and that she gives her a hard time.

Ten minutes had passed and she still hadn't unlocked the door or come out.

"Emma?" I knocked on the bedroom's door. She didn't answer but I could still hear her crying.

What am I supposed to do now? This is all new to me and I'm fucking it up. I never fought or argued with a woman before. I never got jealous or possessive before. This is all new to me and I don't know what to do.. but from what I see I obviously am not doing the right thing.

It's just that it honestly hurt me that she thought I wouldn't have run to her if she had called. I mean, I may be a dick but I'm fucking trying to be better for her. I just never imagined that was actually what she thought of me. A coward. A selfish asshole who wouldn't give a shit about her being in a hospital or not. I'm going out of my fucking way trying to show her how much I care about her and how good I wanna be for her, yet that's what she still thinks of me.

Fuck, I must be doing this wrong.

"Emma, open the door. Let's talk about this, please." When she didn't answer again I sighed and sat back on the couch.

She's ignoring me and I hate that. Also, she said she would walk away from me. Why did she say something like that? I'm not going to let her walk away. It's not even a chance. She's not walking away from me, not now, not ever.

I will try to stop fighting with her if that'swhat it takes, but sometimes she needs to know that what she'd done is wrong, like right now.  She is going to drive me insane being this careless about her wellbeing. She was tired and dizzy and she knew where I was yet she didn't call me. Let's say she was pissed as fuck at me for leaving, even though she didn't really try to stop me, she still could have called dad or Jake.

I must have somehow done something to imply that I don't care for her, but I have no idea what. Fuck, why is this so fucking hard? Why am I doing this so damn wrong? I hated that look in her eyes when she said that she's not going to change and I should stop trying. I'm not trying to change her. Yes, I'm trying to make her a little more careful, but I don't need to change a damn thing about her. I love her the way she is with every single detail, and I wouldn't want her to change a fucking thing.

Yes, I love her. I do love her. I fucking do.

I love her when she's mad, when she's sweet, when she's feisty, when she's cute. I love her when she babbles, when she says things out loud unintentionally, when she cries in my chest, when she giggles bashfully. I even love her when she challenges me and argues with me. But again, now what? What the fuck am I going to do? She's more hurt than I would've ever known. I must think of something...

I kept thinking almost all night till I fell asleep around four in the morning, on the couch, patiently waiting for her to come out. She had stopped crying and taken a showet but still hadn't unlocked the door by the time I dozed off.

Her...

"You know you can tell me, right?" Jake tried again when we got in his car.

"I-I don't want to talk about it." I sighed and looked out of the window.

"Oka-"

"No, I actually do." I shifted in my seat to face him.