I sat on the couch, 3 P.M,waiting for him to call or text me. Before I knew it, it was already 8 at night. I spent the last 5 hours calling and texting him to respond and yet nothing. How can someone who knows just how much you care about them, not take any interest to tell you how they are!? I'm spending so much time of my time worrying about him that I forgot to take care of myself. I started to sweat and my face became heated. For some reason, I was expecting something. But what? Then I heard something. Like a window....close? I ignored the throw up rushing up my throat and walked upstairs.
I heard footsteps and I followed them. It led me to my room. Could it be? And I should probably start locking that window. I slowly approached the door and opened it carefully. There was no sound of any sort. Huh? I opened the door wide enough for me to walk in. I seen something move on my bed. I jumped for a second until I seen that familiar mop of blonde hair. I sighed of relief. Thank god he was okay. I closed my door and slowly approached . He wasn't moving whatsoever, making me feel uneasy. His chest was rising and falling giving me another sigh of relief. At least there are signs of life. Oh thank god!
I joined him and laid on his chest.I cuddle up to him and held him tightly as if never wanting to let go. I felt him move under me. "Please..." I say. Just then the phone rang. I ignored it and kept holding him. Tightening my grip a bit. What if he disappears again? I can't trust him to be alone. His arms came around my waist, holding me firmly. I slowly looked up at him. His eyes opened as if detecting that I was looking at him. "Where were you?" I asked. He didn't say anything. "I love you." He whispered. This brought back the sick feelings. "I love you too." I whispered holding back. He rolled over holding me tightly.
"You are sick." He said. "No. I'm fine." I say. "No your not. Look." He said. I looked and he got up like he was gonna get up and leave fully. "I'm fine. I'm fine." I say. "No. Is it because of me?" He asked sadly. Yes."No.It's not. I'm fine." I say sitting up also. But not before I was pinned. "I'm fine." I argue. I really wasn't. I know I'm not fine. He knows that I'm not fine. I took in a sharp breath. I closed my eye. I felt a pinch and a pull. "Ah..." I cried out. He picked me up and took me to the bathroom. And before long, I started to throw up. He held my hair back for me. What a gentlemen? I hacked up everything I can as he rubbed my back giving me sweet little whispers telling me its gonna be okay. It felt nice. He brought over water for me to gargle. I did and spit it out and then flushed the toilet. But it really took a lot out of me. He had to pick me up again and take me back to my room.
It reminds of the time I had to get my appendix removed and he was being a jackass but I was sick so he was a sweet jackass. I chuckled inside my head. "You need food." He said. Wow. Thanks captain. "You have me worried for you." I say. "Well then you should be more worried about yourself and not me." He said. What was he trying to say? I noticed take-out on my dresser. Huh? When did that get there? "Do you not love me? Do you not care for me? I need to know. I need to know now."I say trying to speak my mind. "What kind of question is that?" He asked. "A question I need your honest answer on. Because I can't do it anymore. If your gonna say something to me then your gonna tell me the whole thing. Don't wuss out." I say. He looked at me. More like glared.
"I am telling you." He said. "Well first. You don't believe me on anything I tell you. I love you! I told you that Adam and I never happened! Its not like I cheated on you if it NEVER happened! Why won't you believe me!? Even if I did cheat it wouldn't matter now would it!? You cheated on me so many times yet I still want to be with you! And you just can't seem to let this go now can you!? I see the look in your eye! Tell me now!" I shouted at him and holding back the tears that I've held for way too long. Its as if I have filled my river and now its going to over flow."I told you those were drunks! Most of those girls mean nothing to me! Have you ever seen me with any of them!? No! The things I'm doing to please you but you just don't seem to fucking get it!" He said turning to walk away from me. "THEN TELL ME! I'M RIGHT HERE! DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME AND TALK TO ME!" I shouted at him.
He stopped walking. His head in hands trying to relax himself. "I don't want to talk to you about it. I'm better off on my own." He mumbled. "I thought a relationship is built off of trust and care. And most importantly, love. Where's that?" I asked. I heard a growl. "I love you enough not to include you in it. I trust you enough to have you trust me. And I care enough to do it all for you". He said. Bullshit. If he did then we wouldn't be having this discussion. "Trust me enough to trust you huh? Classic. But where has trusting you gotten me?" I asked him. And that was the final straw. I was on my bed and angry boyfriend right in front of me.Holding me against my will.That's when I knew it then. The eyes, change of emotions constant, he was back. The old Ross was back. And I had nothing but fear left.
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Oh. No. So much to do. So much to say. All I have to say is that, Ashely is dying of boredom! Who the hell gave my sister my page!? I'm gonna kick her ass! Why!? I'M GROUNDED!! THANK YOU SIS! Anyways, I'm nearing at the ending and I guess you could say this is part one. I will next update Saturday E.T! Sure to see R5's Up All Night Documentary! I heard it is amazing! Its just them! No hidden camera stunts! Just them!Hit me up! Comment and Vote!!!!
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