LJ Idol- Week 18- Adored
She throws her phone across the room. She’s so sick of the fights, so sick of the obvious apathy towards her by the boy that she had spent the last couple years of her life with. She loved him, she adored him, and it just didn’t seem as though he felt the same way.
She just didn’t understand. Why had she put so much time into a guy that was so obviously not into her? She attributed his previous returns to her as him loving her, but in reality, he only came back when he couldn't find something better to use her once again, to toy with her emotions.
This conversation was like so many others. She had waited hours upon hours for him to call, to keep up with his word, the one thing she just wished he could keep. But as 9:30pm came and passed with only a few awkward texts, she knew he wasn’t going to call like. There was no use in pretending that he would change, yet call her when he said he would. So, she called him, instead.
He answered, “Hello?”
“Hi.” She was guarded and short with him as usual.
“What’s up?” he said in that cocky tone that he had when he knew she was upset. He knew that he had complete and utter control of her emotions.
“Nothing. What are you doing?” She asked and he told her. She learned he was just online, playing a game. A game? That’s what he chose over her? She sighed, a loud, audible, disappointed sigh. He picked up on it right away.
“What’s wrong?” That same cocky voice was back.
“Nothing.” She gave up. “It’s not worth the fight.”
“Just tell me.” When she wouldn’t, he offered up some suggestions, but they weren’t the reasons she was upset. The blatant disregard for her feelings was what truly upset her. When she wouldn't tell him, he got angry. “Whatever. Can I help you?” He was being an ass on purpose; he knew he could do it and she would come back to him, just like always.
“Forget it.” She hung up. She threw her phone across the room. She was so sick of this. Why would she subject herself to this night after night? She obviously deserved better, but she adored him. She wanted so badly to go back to that time when they were happy, when she was naive to the cheating, the lying, and his manipulative ways.
Her phone vibrated. She reluctantly looked at the text message that came through. “I have no interest in talking to you.”
She took a deep breath and deleted his text, along with his phone number.
She could find someone else that she would adore, someone who would adore her back twice as much.
She smiled, turned up her music, and stopped caring.
She just didn’t understand. Why had she put so much time into a guy that was so obviously not into her? She attributed his previous returns to her as him loving her, but in reality, he only came back when he couldn't find something better to use her once again, to toy with her emotions.
This conversation was like so many others. She had waited hours upon hours for him to call, to keep up with his word, the one thing she just wished he could keep. But as 9:30pm came and passed with only a few awkward texts, she knew he wasn’t going to call like. There was no use in pretending that he would change, yet call her when he said he would. So, she called him, instead.
He answered, “Hello?”
“Hi.” She was guarded and short with him as usual.
“What’s up?” he said in that cocky tone that he had when he knew she was upset. He knew that he had complete and utter control of her emotions.
“Nothing. What are you doing?” She asked and he told her. She learned he was just online, playing a game. A game? That’s what he chose over her? She sighed, a loud, audible, disappointed sigh. He picked up on it right away.
“What’s wrong?” That same cocky voice was back.
“Nothing.” She gave up. “It’s not worth the fight.”
“Just tell me.” When she wouldn’t, he offered up some suggestions, but they weren’t the reasons she was upset. The blatant disregard for her feelings was what truly upset her. When she wouldn't tell him, he got angry. “Whatever. Can I help you?” He was being an ass on purpose; he knew he could do it and she would come back to him, just like always.
“Forget it.” She hung up. She threw her phone across the room. She was so sick of this. Why would she subject herself to this night after night? She obviously deserved better, but she adored him. She wanted so badly to go back to that time when they were happy, when she was naive to the cheating, the lying, and his manipulative ways.
Her phone vibrated. She reluctantly looked at the text message that came through. “I have no interest in talking to you.”
She took a deep breath and deleted his text, along with his phone number.
She could find someone else that she would adore, someone who would adore her back twice as much.
She smiled, turned up her music, and stopped caring.