Love me or Hate Me? (FINISHED)
Author: Justinbieberlover

Chapter 26
26


Isabelle
Just as the words left my lips, I wanted to take them back. I didn't mean them, I meant the exact oppisite. I didn't want to say it but he got me so... I don't know, worked up. I wanted to walk over to him and just apologize, but then how different would I be from all those other girls?
I sighed and walked into the bathroom. James never came in. He must still be in the hallway. He needs to cool off.
Will I apologize? Yeah. Will he accept it? Probably not.
I let out a sigh and turned the water of the shower back on. I put my iPod on the speakers and looked for one specific song.
You Got It Bad by Usher.
Was it ironic? Yes.
I got undressed and stepped inside. I let the steaming hot water go down my skin but the burning sensation was being ignored. I was crying. I didn't want to be, but I was. I was in love with James. All over again.
I sat down and brought my knees up to my chest. I let out loud sobs and and listened to the song.
It only made me cry more. But it was on repeat and I needed to hear it.
 
After about an hour, the water was getting cold. I turned it all the way up and waited for the rest of the hot water to waste, so I'd have a reason to get out. But I'd probably just sit here in the cold water anyway.
I wanted to try and numbed (or at least ignore) the pain that was growing in my chest. But nothing was working. It was just growing more and more and I couldn't stop it.
I was still crying and I didn't want to stop. Everything was ending. This little on - off relationship was over.
That's almost what made me function. His daily kisses. Even if they only lasted a second, I was happy.
But all that was over. James, I hate you. Why would I ever say those words to him. I knew they were nothing but anger. I didn't mean any of it. And he'll never know that.
The water now was ice cold and I was beginning to notice. "Time to..." I didn't even know what it was time to do. Cry? But I was already doing that.
I sighed and turned off the water. I (barely) wrapped a towel around my body and saw I was still crying. Wiping my eyes was pointless, but I didn't want him to see me crying.
Of course though that didn't happen because he walked in with his hand moving through his blonde hair. He looked up from the floor and his eyes met my tear stained ones. Oh boy.

 

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