5. SHATTERED

I just stood there fully clothed, with my eyes closed, thinking about whatever had happened, how I wasted time for the person who wasn't worth it, I lied to the person who gave everything to me. Anger boiled inside me and I shouted at the top of my voice, I felt so broken and angry, I just sat down on the floor, my eyes still closed, feeling angry at myself.

I feel Jake's hand around me, he picked me up in his arms and make me sit on the bed gently. I looked at him and he pulled me into a hug.

"You can cry if you want to." He whispered.

And I did, I cried until there was nothing left to cry for.

After taking a warm shower and changing into a white floral dress, I stepped out of the bathroom to see Jake had fallen asleep. I walked up to the bed and sat down beside him while watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful, his black hair messy. I don't know what I would have done without him.

I keep my hand on the side of his face and he opens his eyes, he sits up and I kiss him, hard and deep, he was taken aback at first but he kissed me back.

"Thank you Jake." I whispered breathless.

"Do you want to tell me what happened actually?" He asked, concerned.

So I did, I told him everything, and he listened to me with full attention and concentration,.

"Hannah, I don't think he meant it the way, you intepreted it." He said.

"What are you trying to say? That it's my fault." I said, surprised.

"Babe, that's not what I meant." He said.

"Well, I guess it's too late for that, I don't want to talk about this." I said.

"Babe..." He said, trying to hold my hand but I just get up, take out my bag and start packing once again.

"I want to go home." I said.

"Please Hannah." He said, his tone upset.

"Don't make it worse Jake." I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

The drive back home was full of tension. And I just wanted to go home. I was obviously upset with him and all I could feel was the rage inside me. We reached home and I took my bag, stepped out and walked out ignoring him totally.

I rang the bell and waited for my Mom to open the door.

Jake turned me to look at him.

"Hannah, please talk to me. Don't do this to me." He said, pleading.

"Jake, I think we need a break. Please, I want to be left alone." I said.

I didn't want to even look at him right now, he looked at me for a few seconds and I didn't move a single inch, he sighed and left. I take out the spare keys and stepped inside, remembering that mom was on a date.

I closed the door and the silence was defeaning. I went over to my bed and decided to spend the rest of the evening, by lying on the bed. Then I started crying again, while hugging my pillow. I hold it tightly against and sobbed quietly. Crying about every possible bad memories I could think of and then I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I opened my eyes and noticed that it was already dark outside. I get up, not feeling so great, my head was throbbing. I washed my face before putting on a fake big smile on my face, so that my Mom won't worry about me.

I ran down the stairs and saw my Mom looking really happy.

"You're back." She said.

And I went to hug her.

Then I noticed the bouquet of roses lying on the dining table, and felt so happy for her.

"So, how was it?" I asked, because I really needed a distraction.

Then she gave me all the details about how fancy the restaurant was, how nicely this guy he treated her, and how they went for a super romantic walk. We talked halfway through dinner about this. It felt good to be a little distracted and forget how empty I was feeling.

But then I had to go to bed, and when I did, I saw that my phone had twenty missed calls from Jake.

Even though I didn't want to talk to him I called him back, because I wanted to hear his voice.

"Hannah, I have called you so many times, where were you?" He asked.

"You expect me to call you after you try to side with my father, even though you knew what my mother had done for me?" I asked, my tone cold.

"Hannah, I love you, I am sorry for what I said but..."

I interrupted and said, "Enough Jake, if there is a but then there is no point of this conversation. Have a good night." I whispered and ended the call.

I wasn't feeling sleepy so I tied up my hair in a bun and took out my canvas, put it on the stand and started painting. I painted the dark sky full of bright stars, while a girl sitting on the wall watching the sky, and a few meters away from her was a guy who was looking at the sky as well. I had been painting from two hours and I was feeling exhausted so I decided to catch up on some sleep. I decided to go and sleep.