Chapter Twenty-Nine

                                    

                                          
"Get up," a voice shook me up.
                          
I stretched out my hands and feet, still sleepy from not having that much sleep last night. And for some reason, I felt really cold.
                          
I opened my eyes to see Jack, staring down at me. Just waking up to Jack again everyday made me really happy. It made me feel safe and loved, even if he didn't love me. I liked the presence of him being with me, because even though he didn't love me, I knew that he cared an awful lot for me, and would protect me, in every way possible.
                          
But looking into his eyes, there was something that was different. Something that wasn't there before, something that scared me. Normally, I could sense the passion in his eyes, and that was all it took for me to know that he was all I needed. It was all I needed to know that he did truly care about my well-being. This time, when I stared into them, I could sense the coldness and bitterness, not a sense of care.
                          
"I said get up, slut."
                          
"What?" I was shocked, to say the least, at his offensive words. It was like he was back to the crude guy that I hated.
                          
"Get up," he said again, his voice sounded so tired and annoyed to be repeating his command again. "Pick up your clothes, and get out. You mean nothing to me. This was all just an act, just like it was meant to be."
                          
What? Clothes? What is he saying?
                          
I stood up from the bed, to finally understand what he meant. I wasn't wearing any clothes, and I noticed that he was just wearing his boxers. I finally understood why I felt so cold, why every time there was the littlest breeze that came in threw the small opening of the window, I shivered from head to toe, and wanted to cover myself deeper into the blanket. And why whenever I lifted the blanket to cover me, I had touched the bare skin, instead of another piece of fabric.
                          
I had given myself to him last night, and that was all he wanted. He wants to get rid of me. He never felt anything for me. He played me.
                          
"How could you do this?" I choked out, my voice failing me, as tears shot out of my eyes, falling down my face rapidly, just like a waterfall.
                          
"I wanted a good fuck, and they said that the innocent are always the good ones in bed," he smirked, his eyes sparkling with pure amusement. "And you were."
                          
"I can't believe you," I spit in his face, anger flowing throughout my entire body, my eyes firing up as I glared at him.
                          
"Hey, at least I let you sleep before kicking you out."
                          
Even though, I was angry at him, and myself, for falling into his trap, I was hurt. I was crushed. I was falling for him.
                          
"You're a dick." Tears were still falling out of my eyes, ruining the tough image I was trying to hold up. I wanted him to believe that I wasn't hurting as much as I was, but I didn't even believe myself. At least my voice was holding up.
                          
"No hard feelings, right? I mean, we still have to pretend to be a couple," he shrugged, holding out his hand, as if a hand shake could be a little peace offering for all that he had done to me. As if I could hold his hand for one more time, feeling like I was secure, with his hands occupying mine, and knowing that it would always be there. But that would never happen again. Feeling his thumb rub over my knuckles whenever he sensed I was nervous, would never happen again. He would just hold my hand, and leave it there, like some burden he had to carry.
                          
As I was walking out the door, Jack called me, and I hoped that this was all a joke. I would give him a weak slap against his chest, as his angelic laugh sang, leaving me no choice but to forgive him that quickly. It would be a pretty cruel joke, but I would take that anytime over this.