My body goes numb with fear and anger. However, I'm able to grab the phone from Mason and read the new texts for myself.
asshole
hey again
i'm sorry for texting u
i just miss you
today
i'm flying to new zealand
i need to see u
i know where u r
I growl and respond.
when are u coming?
i leave tomorrow
cancel ur fucking flight
come anywhere near me and i
might just kill u
i will get a fucking restraining order
leave me the fuck alone
fine
ok
i'm sorry
stop saying sorry u piece of shit
sorry wont change anything
ok
I shut my phone off and place it down.
"Damn, you got pretty harsh there."
Mason's voice comes from beside me. I hadn't noticed he moved back to the spot next to me. He had been reading what I was sending.
"Ya well, he's a prick who doesn't know when to quit," I retort. "I didn't know what else to do."
Mason goes silent for a bit, but he soon looks back up at me. "If he got... well, pretty badly hurt, would a part of you care?"
"No I-" I stopped, realizing how bad it sounded. "Actually... maybe. If he killed himself I know it would be my fault, and I'd have that guilt hanging over me for the rest of my life. But if he was beat up, I wouldn't really care. If you're asking this because you want to beat him up if he comes here, it's fine by me."
"Nah, I was just wondering." He paused, looking up at the ceiling. "You think he still might come?"
I sigh and lay my head on his left shoulder. "Honestly, I don't know."
Mason begins to play with my hair while we're silent. As he intertwines it between his fingers, I whisper, "I love you."
He pauses with my hair and I can almost hear his smile when he responds, "I love you, too."
We're silent once again, enjoying each other's presence.
"Did you love Jake?"
