He still didn't believe me.

I went back home, not bothering to talk to our parents. Hayley asked me what happened, and I just walked past her. I locked my bedroom door and laid down on my bed. Every move I ever made never helped him. No wonder he doesn't want me to be there.

I love you, Ember

I gripped onto my pillow as those words came to mind. Would those be the last ones I ever heard? Biting my lip, I tried so hard not to cry. I didn't want Hayley to hear me. She's just call Alex, everyone would try to get me to calm down and talk. I don't wanna talk, not anymore. I want to be allowed to wallow in my misery. Tears still escaped but I muffled any possible noise with the pillow.

“He has to come back.” I whispered to no one in particular. “He has to....”

That's how the next few weeks went. I barely left my room, I didn't talk to anyone, not even Hayley. She asked me a hundred times if I wanted her to stay here instead of leaving with her band to go on tour and I shook my head no. I didn't need to ruin her career too.

The night she left, she told me Alex would be stopping by. He did, but I never answered the door. There's been a lot of yelling sent through the walls of my apartment from him. I just put in my headphones and drowned out his voice. It wasn't the one I wanted to hear.

Every day was starting to become a routine. Wake up, change clothes, maybe shower, watch mindless t.v, do work for Hopeless, force myself to eat something, watch Home Alone, cry myself to sleep.

Alex started to send the other guys, even Matt, trying to get me to leave and I still refused. I was running out of groceries, since Hayley wasn't around to shop for us. I knew I would have to leave sooner or later, but I didn't want to walk around in a city full of memories I had with Jack.

It was a Sunday afternoon when I left the apartment. Alex had already come by, so I knew he wouldn't come again for that day. I walked down the street, pavement being my only view. I didn't want to notice the world around me. I could only hope it didn't notice me either.

Getting to the store was simple. I bought boxed meals and canned soups. I never ate anything really solid anymore anyway. It was like I was constantly sick, and there was no cure for it. I got to the check out easy peasy, the lady asked me how I was doing. I only laughed heartlessly.

How was I doing? Simple answer, I wasn't. I wasn't doing anything. I sat in the same building for weeks and only came out to get food I won't really eat. She seemed put off by my lack of answer, but gave me my total and bag of goods. She said, 'bye, come again' like cashiers always do and I just lifted my hand in a sort of way.

On my back. It started to rain. How fucking cliché.

It pissed me off.

I looked at the sky, frowning....no....glaring at it.

“Is this what you fucking wanted Jack? Are you happy now?” I yelled at nothing. “I'm miserable, I can't imagine how you feel. But I don't have the right to know right? Cause I'm the worst fucking girlfriend ever and you just don't give a shit about me right? It's all about you and how you fucking feel!” My face was wet with not only drops of rain, but tears. “I never fucking lied to you. But you sure as hell lied to me.”

I love you, Ember.

“You don't love me.” I mumbled, looking back down at the ground.

This is what I've been reduced to. Screaming at nothing, crying in the stupid rain like my life is some sob movie. Setting my jaw I quickly ran home and one I got through my threshold I dropped the bag of food I had and went straight to my room. I looked at all the photos I had on my dresser. Any of them that involved him soon were thrown about the room. Anything he bought me was thrown or broken if I managed to do such a thing.

“Fuck you!” I screamed, flinging another picture against the wall, the frame shattering. “Fuck everyone!” I found some of the guy's cds and stomped on them. “Fuck everything!”

I looked at the ring on my hand, before taking it off like it was burning me and threw it out the window.

This was the last straw. I waited long enough. Looking at my now trashed room, I dug out my phone and sent a text to everyone. I even included Jack's number. I don't care if he doesn't look at it, but if he does, then I hope he feels like shit.

Don't contact me. None of you that I send this to. Don't call, don't visit, don't text. I'm done. With everything.

Once that was set, I dialed a number. It was a little late now, but I knew he would answer.

“Hello?”
“Dalton? You still live in LA, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I move in?”
“What's going on?”
“Don't ask questions...just...please?” I asked, and it was quiet for a long time.

Yeah....okay.

Notes

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