♡ Alaiya's POV: ♡
I grab my conditioners and clothes which are scattered around the restroom because of earlier.
I really have to go scavenger hunting to find my bra.
My legs are still sore a little, and they would've been hurting a lot more if I didn't stop him from going another round. The first round made me already worry about my insides, I didn't need to be actually concerned.
I hear the doorknob turn, and this is really when I have to put the act of a lifetime on.
Be calm.
With our argument and him probably dating Sabrina before me which I shouldn't be mad over but still am, I don't know what else to do. I like him with every bit of me and care for him with all my heart. He's the literal reason the broken parts of me were glued back together and given a chance to be used again, but I can't have another person treating me like I'm everything and learning later on that I'm just something. I've been treated like a something my entire life, though what hurts more is feeling like you're a moment.
I'm Roman's moment.
He'll pity me for a while, think I'm a nice person, and treat me right until he finds that there are many girls out there whom he sees as a forever.
"I already was planning on it," I say before he begins his 'seeing through my lies' discussion.
"But you confirmed it after we argued," he finishes for me as I'm opening the zipper to my suitcase.
"I told you, I have a lot going on this week and I don't want to procrastinate on them." I shrug with my back facing him because I have nothing else left to say.
That's not true, but let's act like it is.
"You mean you have things that you think I think you can't handle," he notes sarcastically.
"If you want to keep arguing, go for it," I reply casually.
I step around the bed to grab my makeup bag off the floor in front of the desk.
"You're the fucking one who started all that shit about you thinking I pity you." He raises his voice again, but still not too loud.
"Can you blame me?" I ask after actually meeting his eyes this time. "We shouldn't have started this in the first place," the poisonous words come out of my mouth without me even thinking about them. My throat burns from how disgusting they sound just being heard, and my tongue feels like it's been washed with a bar of soap.
I can't be another person's second choice, even if they're my first and only one.
Roman's face and body language change right as those words come out, and he goes from ready to argue with me to actually nervous.
I push back the tears as I pack the rest of my belongings a little aggressively so that I can focus on anything else rather than crying. My feet travel around the room to get anything else that's mine while my eyes stay determined on only looking at my suitcase or the floor.
"You can't be fucking serious?" he asks in disbelief.
"I am," I utter another feeling of poison in the bottom of my throat exploding. "My flight's in a few hours so I'll make it there on time if I leave now," I say as blankly as I can manage my voice to sound.
Once I'm pretty sure I have everything packed, I zip the suitcase back up and set it on the floor.
I look up at him to see the hurt flashing across his face multiple times, but no matter how selfish it sounds, I know that was going to be in a couple of weeks anyway so I'm doing both of us a favor.
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Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series
RomanceAbuse. Whether it comes from a parent or a significant other is an issue that has brought many into being manipulated, ruined, or even shattered into a hundred different pieces. Alaiya Storm can check off all those things, even though she doesn't re...