Today I was going home, I was out in Jamaica with a few family members for two weeks and I was coming back home today. Brendon should be coming back from tour today as well and I'm excited to see him again, it's been a few months since last time I saw him, so I'm pretty hyped about the arrival of my boyfriend.
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I was laying in bed watching David Dobrik on YouTube and still waiting for Brendon, he should be here soon.
I laid in my bed and waited and waited. I heard the front door close and people giggling, at first I thought it was one of Brendon's friends coming over for a few minutes or just dropping him off. And of course that was not the case when he entered the bedroom. Brendon had his arm around some woman and he looked tipsy but not fully drunk. The female however, almost looked guilty for me, she looked a little more intoxicated though-- not too much though. She turned to Brendon and asked loud enough to catch his shocked expression.
"I thought you said you were single?!" She threw her hands up into the air and looked almost mad.
"I-I, um, -I" He stuttered.
The woman turned to me and looked guilty and sad, I however didn't care what Brendon or she had to say to me anymore, I got up and shoved myself passed them.
I was hurt, but I'm not surprised.
Brendon has been doing this ever since we've been together, I was just never strong enough to actually break up with him. (Cancer the tøp version just started to play at this very second) Brendon says he feels guilty everytime he hurts me, but everytime it happens the harder it is for me to believe him. I walked out of the house with my hands in my pockets, something like this just doesn't bring tears to my eyes anymore, I feel the hurt just not the need to show it-- maybe just a bit, but not alot. I smelled the pollution in the city and looked at the shimmery cement from rain, the lights shining against the left over water, I listened to the cars passing by, groups of people laughing and talking--non, knowing my life.
I didn't know where I was going, but every step I took was progress. (Back again, Impossible year started to play)
I walked until I stopped at the park where Brendon took me for our first date, he seemed so much sweeter then, but he turned out to be so much more different--a disappointment.
I sat down where we rested, the bench we held hands on, the bench we shared our first kiss on. I will say that we came here more than once. I sat there and fiddled with my thumbs, I was relaxed and a bit sad. But what's to be next? I can't forgive him, he'll do it again, like he has the last few times he said 'I'm sorry'-- it just doesn't work for me anymore.
Brendon pulled up and ran up to me just when I was about to leave, I pushed him away.
"Babe, I'm so sorry, it won't happened again. I promise."
"No Brendon, it will happen again, think about it. You never keep to your word. Never!"
"But-"
"No but's! I'm sick of this! I'm done with you"
"But please-"
"No, Brendon. Not this time" I said coldly.
Short, but this was needed.
Idkw, don't ask.
I'm not editing. So expect a bad ending. All the imagines are unedited.
Cya later alligators🐊
