Shattered Pieces

I can’t hide this from Jackson. For a start, he is not stupid, not at all. I have no idea how long I have been standing in the shower for before the door opens, and Jackson is standing there, his face telling me he knows. How am I going to survive this?

“I’m sorry.” I begin to cry, collapsing on the shower floor. Instead of walking away, hating me, he comes into the shower, fully clothed, and his body hugs mine.

“I left for a reason. I knew you would. I knew you both would. I will let you walk away Alena. I don’t hate you. I will let you walk away with Marcus.”

Looking up at him, I shake my head.

“No, I don’t want to, I want you.” How can I say that when I just slept with Marcus?

“Alena, think about it, be sure because, in a year, you might not have the choice again. You need to really think about who you want, me or Marcus. Who is it?” 

“I want you both. Yes, I love you more, I need you more, but I want you both.” This is fucked