No More Love

"You don't love me and I don't love you anymore." I yelled in his face. "I can't take this anymore! Get the fuck away from me" I hissed! Looking around to see if anyone was watching, it would be embarrassing but, at least I'd have help if things got worse.There was no one in sight it was just a bunch of parked student cars with no one around. Great!

He pulled his hand up and for a second I thought he might hit me but instead he pulled a strand of my hair from my face and said "I'll never stop loving you. Don't fight it Kaylie." I cringed and tried pulling away but he held me there between his arms. This was going nowhere. I tried pleading with him again and saw my chance when he went to brush my cheek with the back of his fingers. I ducked under his arm and ran for my door as I hit the button. I managed to get into my car but just as I was closing the door he grabbed the edge of the door stopping me from closing it. I held my breath then blurted out to him "move your hand or I'll smash it" as I opened the door further readying to slam it. He had a look of resignation on his face as he pulled his hand back. I closed the door, started the car and took off home never looking back. He was my past and that's not where I'm going.

I got home in time to see my dad working on a project building a bench for my sisters new home reminding me she was moving to L.A. at the end of the week. I was surprised my phone wasn't going off with texts and calls from Trevor. Whatever the reason I was glad for some peace.

Most of the week went by in a whirlwind of school and spending time with my family. I had almost forgotten Trevor went to the same community college as I did because I hadn't seen him all week. That was until Friday afternoon as I walked down the hallway I saw him standing leaning against the wall watching me. He didn't say anything or try to stop me. Whew!

Just as I was about home the texts starting coming one after another. After pulling into my driveway looking at a few of the texts and seeing the content of begging, professing his love, anger and back to begging again I turned off my phone.

My sister was moving tomorrow and the thought of following her to L.A. started creeping into my mind. I was mentally making a plan.