I'M HIS AND HIS MINE

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is out

g on the floor with my back against the bed and my laptop on my lap. I'm looki

e him," Cassie says before I tell her. "

It's fine

is the last person I want to see right now and he knows that. I don't know why he's here again. Does he really think a week is enough

Saturday so I don't work. Saturday's are my lazy days. I dress up enough during the week for work. I make my way out of my room slowly. Cassie is not in the living room and her b

tucked in and black boots. He looks tired so I know he's probably comin

of letting him in. I cross my arms on my ches

lease," he says with a

ou I didn't want

lease. I fe

You s

you ever going

elieved. Confused. Hurt. That's what sucks about the people you love. By loving them, you're giving them the power to hurt you. I look at Br

ere and there throughout. Being with Brad has proven to be challenging. We've had our good times, of course, but we've had just as many bad ones. I'm starting to think this isn't the way it's suppos

of hope in his eyes. "But I don't think I can be with you again, Brad. It's ove

e, don't do thi

doing anything. You're the one who ende

have sex

h my own eyes. Nobody told me anything." I shake my head. "It doesn't matter that you didn't ha

as d

interrupt him. "Just leave me alone

nt me to do. I'll get on my knees. I'll b

ably why he did what he did in the first place. I wish I didn't but I still care about him. I can't just

et some sleep." I

ng defeated. "Would you consider still

years of serving the country, Josh is finally coming home. I was excited about seeing him again. At the sa

don't think that's

ng to say that. "My parents are going t

't want to cry in front of him. I've done enough

night. Dinner with my family. We won't

ke my head but

t—" he shakes his head. "It's supposed to be a happy dinner.

go. Your brot

a frown on his foreh

n my cheek quickly. "I'm sorry, Brad. I'm not

" he say

ger. I wasn't sure about this before but I'm sure now. When he realizes what I'm doing, Bra

Natalie, p

palm of his hand. "I can't do this." I'm crying n

t, closing the door before he has the chance to react. I lean against the door for su

tal

as she crosses the living room to me. She puts her arms around me and I let her comfort me for the hundredth time this w

years, I think at some point it becomes apparent that you're going to end up with that person. At least that's how i

o the bar, I walked in to see Brad who was drunk alright. He was also making out with some girl while squeezing her ass. I couldn't believe my eyes at firs

enough. Brad saw me and ran after me. I was hurt and embarrassed. I also feel disap

ng like that...I'm positive he would do it again or worse. Maybe not today or tomorrow or a month from today but it will happen. I can't live with that i

y tears left but I promise myself that it'll

here's a

y five minutes for th

pering, don't be a hypocrite Natalie. If Brad making out with a woman is cheating, th

ated

until Brad did the same to me. The only differen

as probably w

me. I sniff as I stand up and clean the tears on my cheeks. Cassie looks up at me

the hall. Brad is making his way d

e night. One kiss. But I know that if I'm going to judge him this harshly for what he did then I'm not being fair to him. I'll tell him. I won't tell him who I k

night." I tell him.

now. He nods, looking a bit surpr

," I

. I lean against the front door like I had done a few minutes ago. Except this time I'm not crying. I feel exhausted

he fact that I had done to Brad what he did to me hit me like a brick but I pushed it out of my head becaus

I'll see him again soon. This is the right thing to do. Go to dinner with Brad. Have a serious talk. Tell

l she crosses her arms on her chest. I look up at

ng you for crying o