"Told ya I'll be back early" I raise my head from the magazine I am reading and look at Bryne. With big strides, he reaches where I'm sitting and leans behind me to kiss me and I flinch.
"Don't" I stop him and he shoots a confused look at me.
"What do you mean baby" his brows squeeze together
"It's Bailey" I snap and go back to reading the magazine.
He rakes his fingers through his hair "I don't get what's happening"
I'll tell you, everything that happened earlier was a mistake. "Look" I sigh and stand up from the chair. "Don't think that you saying all those nice things yesterday will change anything okay? I have a boyfriend who I love so much and you know me well, I won't like to cheat on him with you" I cross my arms.
His face drops immediately and he rubs his temple "Bailey please don't bring this up" he holds my arms "I know you're dating Cole but that doesn't change the fact that you love me. We'll work through this together."
"Love you?" I scoff. Yes it may be true that I love him but I can't hurt Cole this way. Even if I dated Cole just to get over Bryne, which didn't work, I can't cheat on Cole. "I have a boyfriend" I struggle from his grip but it only tightens.
"I know that" he snaps. "And I know so damn well that you don't love Cole. I know you only dated him to get over me. I know all of it and if you're thinking about how he'd feel, trust me he doesn't even give two shits about you okay"
"What makes you think you know everything. At least even if Cole doesn't give two shits about me, he supported me and he didn't kiss my enemy right in front of me" I say through gritted teeth.
"You've made me feel so bad for what I did. I know I did something bad but what of you, you're dating Cole, doing what couples do and am I complaining?" His grip around my arm tightens. I'm sure the skin around there should be red already.
"Don't push this over to me. If it weren't for you I won't be dating Cole"
"Shut up okay?" He bursts out. Bryne is always cool no matter what so I'm surprised at his outburst.
"Stop painting it in my face that you're not mine anymore, stop trying to act tough when I know your insides are melting. I know you still feel every damn thing because you love me, I see it in the way you respond to me, the way you kiss me, why didn't you leave after the cops left, why are you stopping what you want?"
"Do you think that kiss or anything that happened last night means a lot to me? Well the answer is no. I kissed you or slept on the same bed with you or still stayed with you doesn't mean anything". I want to pull something, I want to tear something because this discussion is so damn frustrating.
"You look adorable when you lie" He whispers in my ear making a spasm of sensation trickle down my spine.
"Believe or not, I do not love you! The earlier you believe, the better for you" he lets go of my arm immediately I say that. He scans my face for any emotion and I stare blankly back at him. His eyes looks straight into mine. They say the eyes is a window to the soul but this time the windows of my soul are closed. He lingers the stare before dropping his eyes slowly and storming angrily out of the room.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and rub my temple. Finally I managed to say all these things without his words having an effect on me.
I hear a glass break and I roll my eyes. He still has his habit of breaking things when he's angry. I follow the noise and find my way to a room that I assume is his.
"Bryne stop" I plead. I really don't want him to hurt himself because of me.
"Why? It's not like you care" his fist connect with the wall making a loud sound and I nearly jump. He has probably busted his knuckles.
"Stop this please" I start to walk to him but I stop myself. "Don't break expensive stuff because you're angry, you don't know, you might even hurt so-" Before I can finish my sentence a lamp fly across the room and I scream as a heavy weight land on my shoulder and glass scatters around me. For a minute I think I'm going to fall down but my legs just remain glued to where I'm standing. I touch the spot I was hit and I see blood.
That's it!
"Oh my God! Fuck! Bailey" he runs to where I'm standing and I raise my index finger to stop him.
I glare at him "Don't come close" He keeps doing this everytime and I'm always the one at the receiving end of all this nonsense. I wince as my fingers touch a glass that's stuck on my shoulder.
He crosses to where I am and his blood stained knuckles touch my arm and I swat his hand away immediately.
"Don't touch me" I warn and he pulls me closer, ignoring what I just said.
"Stop being stubborn. I'm so sorry about this. Let me get this piece of glass out of your shoulder" He holds my hands and lead me to a couch. "Sit" he orders and I obey.
He leaves and returns almost immediately with a bag labelled first aid and a bottle of wine. He pours the alcohol on a pair of tweezers, making it sterile.
"Are you ready, I'm about to bring it out, just breathe" I take a deep breath and tightly shut my eyes, bracing myself up for what's about to happen. I feel the glass being pulled out from me and I take quick breaths from my mouth. I'm not the kind to handle pain easily. I scream as he pulls it out completely.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asks and I roll my eyes, obviously I'm not okay.
"Ow"I wince when a damp cotton ball touches the wound.
"Sorry, let me just clean it and rub this antibiotic ointment" he rubs the ointment on my wound.
"I'm leaving" I announce and his face drops immediately.
He opens his mouth to say something and he decides against it.
Say something please, stop me!
Receiving no response from him I walk out of the room, out of his house and maybe out of his life.