The past two weeks went really…strange really. I became distant from Jimmy since we had a fight, which was a stupid one at that. It was because I didn’t come with him to the hotel last night, that I was our with Leana and Zacky. I mean it was an expectable reason to be mad but then again, he didn’t have to run my life. I told him I was going to be out, I am old enough to take care of myself, I didn’t need to tell him every waking moment. Besides, I was surprising him for his birthday today and he was making it really hard for me to do it when he was yelling at me, putting me down on the couch.
“Would you shut up?!” I screeched standing up, “I am sick of your trying to run my life!” I yelled at him.
There was the look of anger on his face which actually scared me. I never saw him so mad at me. We were so much in love for the past months that we never got mad at each other and it scared me to know that we could actually leading down the path of us breaking up.
“I’m not running your life!” He screamed at me, coming and putting his finger on my chest poking me harshly, “I’m being a boyfriend that’s caring for you!” He yelled, “And you running off with Zacky makes me concerned!”
“Why because you think he’s going to hurt me again?” I asked him, “I can take care of myself!” I yelled in his face but by then, his big hand came across my face and there was a loud smack. I whipped to the side, looking down at the side to my feet. Did he just hit me? My Jimmy just hit me?
“Deanna…baby I’m so sorry,” He said trying to touch me again but I backed away, tears streaming down my face. He hit me, Jimmy…the love of my life hit me. Why? Because I yelled in his face? Yet I didn’t do a dang thing to him.
“Go away,” I whispered, “Just…get away from me Jimmy,” I said and back away from him and glared at him. I can’t believe he was doing this to me. He hit me, he actually smacked me across the face.
“Baby please,” He said coming close and grabbing my arms, a rush of panic coming through me and I shoved him.
“Go away!” I screamed, needless to say Zacky heard it and came rushing into the tour bus. Jimmy looked at him now getting stressed out because someone was in here when we were fighting, either that or it was because I wouldn’t forgive him.
“Zacky go away,” He said narrowing his eyes at him.
“And why would I?” He questioned him. I rolled my eyes and went and grabbed my things.
“Where are you going?” Jimmy asked me.
“I’m leave ok? I’m going home. Were through James,” I said nearly in tears again.
“What happened?” Zacky asked.
“Nothing Zacky go away!” Jimmy shouted to him and I whirled around with my backpack stuffed with my things.
“Don’t yell at him for something you did James.”
“Baby please don’t leave!” He called after me as I brushed passed the both of them and went out of the tour bus never looking back. I was done with him, I was done with being in love. All I know was that I was going home and staying as far away from James Owen Sullivan as I could.