I have to get ready, Jacob." I pushed at his head, but he refused to let go and nuzzled deeper into my neck.
"Come on, babe, there's no need for you to go to this thing. You and I can just spend some time together, having fun. I mean the party's going to be lame anyway, it's not like you'll miss out on anything by staying home with me." Jacob whispered in my ears as he ran his nose up and down my throat.
"Jacob," I giggled, pushing him away. "That's ticklish, I have to get ready, or I'll be late."
I ran away from him giggling and hurried into the bathroom to take a shower.
"Can't you just skip it or something?" He asked as I came out of the bathroom in a robe and towel drying my hair.
"I can't." I shook my head as I picked up my dress. It really was beautiful with an off the shoulder neckline, sleeves that went down to my fingers and a body hugging design. I laid it on my chair and opened the next box.
There was a note in it, along with a necklace, I read the note and squeezed it in my fingers when I was done. I took a few deep breaths and threw it in the trash. My mother wanted me to wear my hair straight.
Admiring the choker with a pendant in the middle that laid in the box, I exhaled and carefully picked it. I placed it on my desk and set the shoes on the floor next to my dress.
Jacob stood up from my bed and went to stand next to the dress.
"It really is beautiful," He muttered as he carefully ran his hand over the dress.
"Mhmm," I muttered as I say at my vanity and got started on my makeup. The next few minutes were spent in silence as I focused on making sure I looked amazing and Jacob stared into space.
"Jacob?" I called. " Is everything alright?" He hadn't said anything in a while, which was very unlike him.
"Why not?" He asked, he sat on the chair with a strange look on his face and continued to stare at the dress.
"What?" I muttered confused, as I carefully slid hairpins into my hair to hold the intricate braids I'd put in place.
"Why not?" He asked louder this time.
I put down the few remaining pins and turned to face him, giving him my full attention.
"I don't understand what you're trying to ask"
"Earlier, I asked you to skip this event, and you said you couldn't. So why not?"
"It's the premiere of my little sister's movie, I want to be there to support her and my parents will be furious if I don't show up."
"You don't have to be there. I mean, it's not like it's her first movie, you never went to the premiere or any of her others. So why now?"
"You're right, I never went to the premiere of her others, but it broke me inside to know I wasn't there with her showing her my support, showing her how proud I was."
I shook my head sadly. "I wasn't there at the premiere of her first movie either, you know, and she never forgave me for that. She told me later that night, how much it broke her heart that I didn't show up, that I wasn't there for her when she needed me."
"It's not like you chose not to go," He rolled his eyes. "Your mother wouldn't let you, she locked you in your room when she saw you getting ready to leave. It's why you moved out of your parents' home."
"This is my chance to make it up to her, so I can't miss it. Not for anything in the world."
"How about I come with you?" He asked picking up a framed picture of us on our one-year anniversary.
"You can't," I turned back to my hair and slid in the final pins. "It's strictly by invite. You can't get in without a ticket."
"If you knew it was strictly by invite and that you couldn't miss it, then how come I didn't get one?" He asked with his back turned to me.
"Because I didn't send out the invites, Jacob, the company that produced the movie did."
"Your sister is the main lead, isn't she? You could've asked her for an extra ticket if you really wanted me to come with you." He was sounding more agitated now, and I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable.
"You know that's not true, I'd have loved for you to come, but it's not up to me, and I just found out about it yesterday." I walked up to him and kissed his lips.
"Yeah. I forgot about that." He muttered under his breath. "You could've still done something if you really wanted me to come with you."
"How about we spend tomorrow together, just you and me, no one else?" I gave him my biggest smile and hoped it was enough to appease him.
"Is he going to be there?" Jacob pushed me away, and I caught myself on my vanity.
"Probably. I mean, his family's company did produce the movie." I backed away from him, not wanting to be close in case he got physical.
"So that's the reason you don't want me there? Because you didn't want him to know about me."
He threw the picture of our anniversary against the wall and I ducked, pressing my hands over my ears. My heart pounded and my stomach rolled, my fingers shook uncontrollably, and I felt like I was going to be sick.
"I don't understand why you want to spend time with all those people and not me. Sometimes I wonder if you even care about me."
Blood trailed down my face from where the glass had cut me.
"I'm sorry." I cried. "I didn't mean to make you angry." It wasn't the first time this was happening, I should have learned by now, yet, here I was making the same mistakes again.
The blood was mixing with my tears now, but I made no move to wipe my face. A look of shock came over his face, like he suddenly realized what he'd done, and he rushed to my side and hugged me.
I flinched away from him and he looked heartbroken. "Fuck, babe," he whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you like that, I just lost control for a moment."
He wiped my tears away and kissed my forehead. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't gotten me mad."
I shoved down the small part of my mind telling me to stay away from him and let him pull me up from the floor.
Jacob sighed and pulled me up from the floor. "Fine, you can go. But, you have to send me updates and texts every hour, okay! I love you, babe." He kissed my forehead and held me close, I stilled my body and took deep breaths to prevent myself from flinching again.
"Have fun at the premiere, goodnight, babe. See you tomorrow." He kissed and hugged me one more time, then left, leaving me a shaking mess in my bedroom.
I let out quick breaths panting, it felt like I was having a panic attack and I clutched my chest sinking to the floor. I took deep calming breaths to steady myself and then got a dustpan and broom and got to work cleaning up the glass.
I clenched my still shaking hand and took deep breaths, it wasn't the first time this was happening, so why hadn't I gotten over it yet
"Ouch." I cried when I felt something sharp prick my foot, I looked down to find a huge glass shard stuck in my foot, blood was seeping out of the cut and slowly staining the floor red.
Mine and Jacob's smiling faces stared at me from where the picture lay on the floor, and I bent down, brushing aside the glass to grab it.
I looked at the me in it, she seemed so happy and full of life, I bet no one had told her things would end up this way.
The tears were coming more freely now, but I refused to dwell on the past. Just like he'd said, it was my fault for getting him angry.
"I can't let them see me like this," I muttered. Abandoning the picture, and it's frame on the floor, I got to work on bandaging my foot, then continued getting ready for the movie premiere in a dazed state.