Chapter Twenty-Eight.
I haven’t moved from my spot on the bed since I found out. All I’ve been doing is cry and let myself go into a state of depression I didn’t want to go into. I just can’t believe he’s slept with more than one person. He should have told me. I mean maybe we didn’t have sex, but we did more than that. God, he faked it? He faked the first time I ever did what I did to him?
I’m such an idiot and as I sit here and think about it it just makes me think I’m an idiot that much more. As mad as I am at him I still wanted him to explain himself as to why he would do such a thing. My mind was thinking that maybe he just wanted to date me to prove to everyone else that he could but if that was the truth then why would we be a secret? Nothing made sense.
My finger hit the ignore button when yet again, another phone call from Justin came to my phone. As much as I wanted an explanation from him I don’t think I could hear his voice right now because I know exactly where it’s going to go from there. I’d answer then he’d apologize then I’d ask why and then he’d let me down easy, telling me it’s not me it’s him or some corny break up line like that. I wasn’t mentally prepared to hear it.
After all we’ve been through together, after all of the shit I’ve done for him, he’s going to lie to me like that? He’s going to pretend he’s only slept with one girl? God, that pisses me off.
Buzz buzz buzz.
“Seriously?”
I hit the ignore button again before I completely turned my phone off and tossed it onto the floor of my room, beginning to strip myself of my clothes so I could get in the shower. That was the best thing for me right now.
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“Alyssa!”
Letting out a sigh, I opened up the bathroom door and gave a dirty look to my brother. I had just gotten dressed after the shockingly relaxing shower and for a moment there I was at somewhat of a decent place until he had to go and ruin it. He looked like he just had the wind knocked out of him.
“Jesus Brandon, what?”
“Justin just left a voicemail on my phone. He said he’s doing something he should have done a long time ago. What the hell does that mean?”
I paused what I was doing and set the brush down on the counter, trying to possibly think of what he meant by that. What does he mean something he should have done a long time ago? Oh my god it better not be something stupid.
Racing into my bedroom, I picked up my phone and waited for it to turn back on. For the first time of the night I felt nervous and I didn’t know why. I felt like he was doing something bad and if his dad found out what he was doing whatever it is it was then he’d be in trouble that much more. As pissed as I was at him I didn’t want him to get hurt and like I said before, I still love him with everything I have.
“How long ago did he leave that voicemail Brandon?”
“Like thirty minutes ago.”
“Thirty minutes ago!? Why are you just now telling me this?!”
My fingers couldn’t reach the dial fast enough and as the ringing sounded into my ears, Brandon rolled his eyes at me.
“I was eating dinner Alyssa. You know we can’t have our phones out.”
No answer.
He wasn’t answering.
“Shit.” I muttered. “I should have answered when he called. I didn’t think he would do anything.”
We both knew exactly what we thought was happening and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Where would he do something like this? Where on earth would you commit suicide?
If I had a guess I would say the park and even if I was wrong I was going to do anything I could to get to him. It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like every part of my body had gone numb or something. Nothing could stop the tears that were flooding out of my eyes because I couldn’t help but think I was too late.
“Where are you going?”
“The park. Can you cover for me?”
Throwing the window open, I began to swing my leg to step out onto the roof until we heard the doorbell ring. It was almost ten at night now and since we hardly ever get a visitor that’s when it finally hit me. Justin wasn’t committing suicide. He was doing the one thing I’ve dreaded for him to do ever since we got together.
“He wouldn’t.” I said in disbelief. “Oh my god.”
Brandon threw open the door and I ran close behind him but it was too late. My father answered it and Justin blurted the sentence out before I had the time to stop him.
“Mr. Straton I’m in love with your daughter.”
I couldn’t breathe. My father wasn’t doing anything either, which scared me. He was just staring at him in complete and utter silence before he turned around and saw me at the top of the steps. That’s when Justin looked up at me and tried to give me an apologetic look but I just stared down at my shoes as I began to cry. He is out of his right mind for doing this. What did he think this was going to do? Did he think this was going to fix things between us? He can’t possibly think coming here and professing his love was what he should have done a long time ago.
“Justin I’m going to need you to leave so I can have time to talk to my daughter about this.”
God, he was angry. He sounded so pissed off that I almost went back into my room but when Justin told him no, my mouth dropped open in shock and Brandon gasped a little.
“Leave Justin.” He warned. “Now.”
“Dad, it’s okay.”
Rushing hurriedly down the steps, I stood next to them and prayed to god nothing bad was going to happen. My dad looked like he wanted to kill me. He looked at me as if I were a whore or something. That hurt more than expected.
“Alyssa go to your room.”
“Why does she need to go anywhere? Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of her.”
My father stepped closer to him and that’s when I put my hand out for them both to stop. This was exactly what I was afraid would happen and it was happening, me not being able to stop it. I wanted Justin to be respectful and treating my father like this wouldn’t get him anywhere. He shouldn’t be such an ass.
“Justin, enough.” I spat. “Stop being so rude. Dad, this can all be explained if we can just sit down and-“
“There is no discussing this because it’s not going to happen. How long has this been going on for?”
“Awhile.” Justin smirked. “But I love her.”
Oh my god.
“That’s great that you do Justin but you aren’t going to love my daughter any longer. This is done with. It’s over.”
“Dad please!” I shrieked. “I know this isn’t how we should have told you but I truly am in love with him and I’ve never wanted something so badly in my entire life. Please just let us explain.”
The lie didn’t matter right now and when Justin looked at me and realized that I still loved him he smiled again and I couldn’t help but smile back. My father seemed disgusted and my mom remained completely silent in the living room as if she didn’t want to help me at all. Typical.
“Justin, leave.” He said again. “I mean it.”
Justin laughed.
“Fine. Alyssa, let’s go.”
He opened the door further and before I could even respond my dad’s fist came into contact with his jaw, Justin stumbling back onto the front porch. The tears came into my eyes automatically because he just doesn’t know what he’s been through. He doesn’t need to be hit anymore than he already has been and my dad has never been the physical type. What the hell has gotten into him?
“Justin!”
I walked out onto the front porch with him to try and inspect his face but got pushed to the side as he charged at my dad, him striking him in the face as well. That’s when my mom finally stood up and Brandon ran down the steps to push him back. My dad’s nose was dripping blood, some landing onto the carpet, and all I could do was just stay speechless. This cannot be happening right now.
My family was important to me but the boy next to me was important to me too. I didn’t know whose side to be on but the lie just kept coming into my head and as I stared at him I really honestly wondered if I knew who he truly was. Did I know him? Was he really in love with me? I don’t think he’d be getting into a fight with my dad if he wasn’t.
“I’M CALLING THE COPS!” My dad screamed, clutching his nose. “GET THE HELL OFF MY PROPERTY!”
“Please stop dad! Oh my god don’t!”
I was sobbing and Justin had tears in his eyes I think once he realized what a disaster he had just created. My dad was already pulling his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and I don’t know why but I was walking away with Justin. Why was I leaving with him? Why was I not helping my dad and staying with him?
Everything happened so quickly I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was walking side by side with him on a quiet street and he looked over at me, unsure of what to say as I was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Why the hell did you do that?!” I shouted. “Do you even understand what you just did?!”
I was shaking so much right now and now that I was walking side by side with him I don’t understand why it was him I chose to go with. He lied to me. He literally lied to my face and I chose him over my family. Sometimes I just really don’t understand myself or my choices.
“Alyssa he needed to know. Now he knows and now everything’s out in the open.”
“Oh yeah Justin so now everything’s just all chipper now isn’t it?! God, I can’t stand you sometimes.”
He tugged on the sleeve of my shirt so we went into another yard of someone’s house and started to walk around back. I’m pretty sure he did that so we could avoid the cops if they went out looking for him and I’m also pretty sure we were headed to the park. I should just turn around and walk away but my body wouldn’t let me.
“So are you just not going to answer?” I asked. “First you practically ruin everything about us with the damn lie and now you’re just going to-“
“The park.” He said as if nothing was wrong. “I’ll explain myself to you at the park.”
a/n:
HOLY SHIIIIIIIII THIS CHAPTER GOT REAL.
DID Y'ALL EXPECT HIM TO DO THAT OR NAH?
AH I LOVED WRITING THIS.
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