My head jerks to the side. Did he just...slap me? I feel my face with my hands. I look up at him startled and realizing what he had just done.
"Did you just..hit me?" I ask with tears in my eyes.
"N-no. I didnt. Are you imagining things again? God you are always so dramatic." He rolls his eyes.
"Oh." I put my head back down. I start fidgeting with my hands. "Maybe we should...take a break, Jace." I say, regretting every word that comes out of my mouth.
"Excuse me?" He says aggressively. "You can't break up with me! I'm going to kill myself if you leave me!" His voice cracks and starts to shake.
I don't want him to hurt himself. "I'm not breaking up with you I just want a brea-" im cut off from him slamming me down on the bed.
"You are not leaving me. If you do I will literally shoot myself okay?" He says.
I nod and gets back up. "You are lucky that I don't fuck you right now for all the shit you are putting me through." He says as he walks away.
Jaces POV:
I walk out of the room and pull out my phone. I click on the contact that reads "Her <3" and click on messages.
I write: "Elliot got back and found your bra in my room. We need to lay low for a couple of days. Love you." And hit send.
A couple of minutes pass and She texts back. "Yikes. Okay. Love you too." And I close my phone.
If Elliot finds out about her I can just tell him that it's my sister. Right? As long as he doesn't go through my phone it should be fine.
I go downstairs and grab something to eat before turning on the TV and falling asleep.