A Perfect Disaster

“Jack! You can’t constantly use ‘I was drunk’ as an excuse!” I screamed, throwing my hands up in the air with frustration.
“What do you mean use ‘I was drunk’ constantly as an excuse? This is the first time this has happened!” He yelled back, now standing up from the couch to face me. He towered over me.
“No, this is the first time you got caught.” I snarled, looking up at him overrun with anger. All I could see was traces of his face surrounded by red. I crossed my arms across my chest.
“Well what about you, Erin?! You act like you’re the innocent one here, when we both know you've done your fair share of things to hurt me!” He spat out, pointing his finger in my face.
“Oh those were all to get even with you and you know that!” I wailed, uncrossing my arms and using my hands to make gestures as I spoke.
“And?! That still doesn't make it okay!” He shouted even louder than before, getting up close and personal with me. I got even closer.
“But still, you do use it as an excuse! Even if its not for making out with some random bitch at a party, you use it quite a lot! Like when you come home late, or even sometimes not at all! The night we were supposed to have a date night, you told me you were going to the studio with guys, and that you would be an hour late. I was okay with that, I know the band is very important to you, and I’m not the type of girl to become between you and your career or you and your dreams. But an hour turned into two, two turned into three, and sooner or later I was sleeping on the couch in my dress and heels, my face stuck to the fucking cushions from crying and my makeup running. And when I woke up at 2 AM, you still weren't fucking here!” I shrilled, choking on my words as if I was about to cry. I really was, but I didn't want to. I didn't want him to see me weak. I swallowed harshly before speaking again.
“And when you finally stumbled in at 4 in the morning, I let you be. I went in the bed and let you take the couch. But what did you say when I woke you up the next morning? Why don’t you take a fucking guess? Wait no, don't. You said your world famous line, ‘I was drunk’. Wow what a fucking shocker!” I shrieked, slapping my hands back down on my legs.
“Babe I was with the guys, Alex bought us beer and-” He replied calmly reaching out to me. I swatted his arm way, cutting him off.
“Don’t ‘babe’ me. And how do I know that? How do I know that you were actually in the fucking studio, and not laid up somewhere with some whore?! And even if you were in the damn studio drinking with the guys, how did you end up staying out until 4 in the fucking morning?! I know Alex, he knew we had something planned. Drunk or sober, he would not let you stay that long and stand me up. He would tell you to leave, or at least call me to reschedule, or something!” I was furious now. I have done nothing to Jack but be the best fucking girlfriend I could possibly be. I've supported him endlessly, I haven't complained at all about him being on tour or the ridiculous amount of time we've spent apart, I've been there for him since day fucking one. And this is what I get in return? No, fuck that. I'm drawing the line on this bullshit. Now.
“Look, you have to trust me Erin. You just have to fucking trust me, and understand that I would never intentionally try to hurt you!” He pleaded, looking down at me with those big, stupid brown eyes.
“I trusted you. Trust is out the question now, Jack. I've done nothing but be the best I could possibly be to you. But this, this right here, this is the last straw. I can’t do this anymore.” I said quietly, looking down at the floor to avoid his gaze.
“Why can’t we just work through this? Please. Don’t leave.” His voice was rather soft. He then tilted my head up to look at him. I shook him away.
“Jack don’t you see? We fight too much. All we do is fight. If we’re not fighting, its because you’re not home for us to do so, or we’re sleeping. We hurt each other constantly. You do something to me, I try to get even with you. But it never really evens to score, it just makes it even worse. We barely touch each other anymore. I’m talking about sexually or anything, but I mean like at all. When was the last time I slept in your arms?” He said nothing.
“Exactly. We've become disgusted with each other. We lost our spark, what makes us, us. We’re not Jack & Erin anymore. We’re just Jack… and Erin. I can’t just stick around for you to drive me insane. And I’m driving you insane too. You just don’t know it yet.” I looked him in the eyes, biting my lip out of nervousness. He said nothing still.
I turned on my heels, and walked to the room we shared. I grabbed my suitcase off the top shelf of the closet, and just began throwing random shit in it. I felt tears sting in my eyes.
I heard him making his way to the closet. “Please don’t go. I love you so much please don’t leave me.” He was begging now, his tall lanky frame standing next to me in our very small closet. I ignored him.
“Erin I know I a fucked up, I know it, but I never wanted to hurt you. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I actually love you, and I don’t know what I’m doing right now, but-” I cut him off by waving my hand in the air.
“Save it. I don’t wanna hear you pity talk about how you’re gonna make it better, and how you’re gonna try harder this time. Cause it’ll work on me, it really will. And things will get better. We’ll be sailing smooth, stronger than ever. Or at least that’s what we’ll think. But something like this, will happen again. And if not like this, then maybe even worse. And I can’t take that. I can’t take being put back together just to be broken again, Jack.”
He was silent again, and he waved his hands up in defeat. He walked back to the room, throwing himself on the bed. I put as much stuff as I could in my bag, rolling it out the room.
“I’m sending Tiffany for the rest of my things.” I whispered, looking up at him. He looked at me, his eyes full of pain. I hated doing this to him, it hurt me just as much. But I had to break it off clean. No more of the endless cycle of pain we created for each other. I knew it’d be better for us in the long run. He nodded.
“Jack, I still love you, I really do, but we just aren't right for each other. Believe me, this will be better for us in the long run. I love you.” I said, looking back down to my feet. I heard him get up and walk towards me.
“I love you too Erin.” He whispered, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. He let go, and walked me to the door of our apartment. It just hit me that I was about to leave for the last time. I stepped over the threshold, turning around to face him. I gave him a small wave as I felt a tear form in my eye. He returned it, his eyes watering. I turned back around, pulling my suitcase as I left. That was the last I time I saw or heard from Jack Barakat.

Notes

This was the night they broke up, obviously. Sorry this is kinda short, I mean it is kinda just a filler. I should have the first chapter up very soon though. Tell me what you think? :)