My Mistake, So Predictable

Hailey’s POV

“You made me feel like a damn idiot.” Jason growls, pinning me roughly against my bedroom wall by placing his elbow firmly across the top of my chest. I whimper and try as hard as I can not to move a muscle in my sore body, I had learned long ago that he likes to feel like he is in control, so if you act submissive you’ll be better off than trying to fight him. The sound of the shower running loudly in the background floods my ears as his eyes try unsuccessfully to lock with mine; I know Tabby and Max can’t hear what’s happening, and even if they could, Jason had told them I was taking a shower so I know they won’t come in for awhile.

“I’m sorry.” I say softly trying to soothe his anger without any real progress. I think back hard over the past few hours since he had been home, not coming up with anything that I could have done to make him so mad at me.

“How could you let me stand there while you hugged and practically jumped that punk’s bones?” He yells, pounding his fist right next to where my head is. “Aren’t I your boyfriend?”

Now the realization hits me and I suddenly understand. “Of course you are! I-I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. There’s nothing between me and Alex, I-I swear.” I insist, trying to wiggle slightly out of his firm grasp on my chest so I can get a gasp of air.

“So his name’s Alex?” He asks, his eyes gaining a twinkle that sends numbness all the way down to my toes and my eyes widen in shock. How could I have slipped up? I’m such an idiot. I just made it about twenty times worse for me and him.

“There’s absolutely nothing going on between me and Alex.” I say again whimpering as he moves his hands to clasp roughly around my wrists and pin them to the wall next to me.

“You better make sure there isn’t.” He growls lowly and then pushes me away from him, causing me to stumble unsteadily onto my unmade bed. My back connects with the wood of my headboard and I resist the urge to cry out, biting my lip roughly instead. He doesn’t like any sign of pain, he doesn’t like weakness.

He follows me, his eyes hard as he watches me struggle to not let tears cascade down my cheeks as my back throbs painfully, “How about you move back in with me while I’m home?”

He asks his voice suddenly soft as he runs a finger down my cheek slowly, “You’d like that, right?”

While he was finishing up at college I had moved back into my apartment with Max and Tabitha because I didn’t want to stay in his apartment all alone. His place is in an extremely nice building and it’s beautiful inside, but it’s half an hour from where I live with my friends and I didn’t want to have to make the drive every day to work and to see my friends.

“Of course.” I submit without hesitation. He’s my boyfriend, why wouldn’t I want to move back in with him while he’s here?

“Tell me he means nothing to you.” He whispers, leaning in to press his lips against my ear.

I blink and swallow as quietly as I can, trying to buy time to think. Eventually he pushes himself up so he’s being help up with his elbows and he stares expectantly at me. “Alex means…” I clear my throat roughly, tears threatening to form in my eyes. “He means absolutely n-nothing to me.” I finally say and a relieved smile crosses his face.

“I love you, baby.” He says, leaning in to capture my lips with his firm ones. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

“I love you too.” I say and kiss him back.