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Chapter Fifthteen- Break Up
By haleyhollows

 


~Chapter 15/ Break Up

I felt a lot more content, knowing he was sorry. Jimmy had said goodbye, and left. Brian watched TV outside. I went to sleep.

5 Months Later

We had been dating for almost a year…I lived there now. Things had

gone wrong, a lot, with Michelle and everything. She had supposedly gotten an abortion. I didn't care. I loved Brian. I'd go through all the bullshit with her. I guess.

I was woken up by screaming in the kitchen.

“Michelle shut the fuck up and go home.”

“I can't…do you want me to go homeee drunkk??”

“Michelle?” I asked, walking into the kitchen.

“BITCH…WHAT ARE YOU DOIN HURRR??”

“Uh…I live here.” I said, trying not to laugh.

“WELLSHH…GET OUTTTTTT…”

I couldn't help it. I busted out laughing. “Youshh…knock eet erfff…”

“I think its time for you to go home Michelle.” I grumbled, walking her to the door. I called a taxi and she left. Brian was really, really pissed.

“It's okay…”

“NO! It's not! I've had so much bullshit going on when I'm with you!”

“Are you saying your ex being drunk and coming over is my fault?”

“No, but maybe we should just break up!”

“Oh really.” I pursed my lips.

“All of this, maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't be with you!” He yelled.

“Okay.” I said, packing my things. How many more times would I pack my shit and leave? Hopefully this was it.

 

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