A/N yea I know I need to post sooner but I think you'll like this one plenty of Dean bashing.
Dean was already there by the time I arrived to the gazebo. Twilight had fallen and I hugged my coat to my body to protect it from the cold and the horrible thing I was about to do. As I approached. I looked at him. I mean I really looked at him for the first time in a while. He sat there on the bench arms crossed in front of him, leaning against the back of his seat, beautiful brown eyes glistening with unease. His sexy brown hair lay haphazardly over his forehead. Damn he was attractive you had to give him that. Squaring my shoulders and taking a deep breath I walked as fast as my saddle shoes would allow.
You can do this. It's just like ripping of a band-aid just do it quickly and it won't hurt as bad. Sighing of course it will, I'll hurt us both irreparably but it has to be done neither of us are truly happy she rationalized. Walking up the steps of the gazebo, my shoes made a dull resounding thud against the pale wood on which they stood. Resigning myself to the task at hand. Dean stood and forced a smile to cover his malaise he pulled me into a warm embrace and kissed me full and softly on the mouth. It was a fairy tale kiss, soft and sensuous the kind that should make me melt and my stomach flip while I'm going all goey inside. But I'm not. I haven't felt like that since that night when Tristan and I almost kissed. No I can't think about that now it'll make this whole situation more awkward if that's even possible. Yeah enjoy this kiss I said to myself caustically because it'll be your last from Dean before you tear his heart out. God why is he making this so hard I silently grumbled to myself.
"Let's sit." I said choosing the farthest possible spot away from Dean without making it completely obvious as to her motives. I looked up at the star speckled sky trying to put off the inevitable for as long as possible. I gave a heavy sigh truly astounded and bewildered by all that had occurred in the last few hours.
"Dean I..." I stopped then breaking the suffocating silence trying to composed myself. " I made a choice." I let that sit in the air for a moment. Just say it! That phrase was being continually repeated in my mind. "I think we should break up." I spat rushedly.
He looked calmly restrained by the luminous moonlight but I saw the pain flash in his eyes and the faint tautness of his jaw and I couldn't bear to be the one who caused so much anguish. I looked down at my snow encrusted feet my heart felt heavy. I felt a tear slip down my cheek but quickly swiped it away. "I'm sorry." I said with the utmost amount of sincerity. But even to me the words sounded weak and I knew they did nothing to ease his suffering. This whole day had just felt so surreal. He looked so hurt I couldn't have done any worse at breaking this to him if I'd slapped him.
"It's Tristan isn't it." Dean said in a restrained and stoic voice. The one question I was trying to avoid at all costs. Could I hurt him by saying yes that I think that I may be in love with Tristan? Or do I admit it and say he was to controlling. I don't even think it matters anymore he'll hate Tristan and probably me as well no matter what I say. Because it'll always be Tristan's fault in these situation's never his own.
"I was being asphyxiated. Admit it ever since we got back together things have been off between us. Their was so much left unresolved after the Jess debacle we didn't deal with it. And then you became so paranoid after Tristan and I became friends that I felt like your property not your girl friend." Their I thought that should suffice.
"That's crap Rory and you know it. Tristan likes you and you like him back. He'll how do I know you haven't been cheating on me this whole time. Friends my ass." Dean growled. Pissed off didn't even begin to cover it. I was livid, how dare he?
"You know what Dean maybe I am I love with Tristan. And he was right you are an ass! I don't have to take this anymore I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Don't even think about throwing a temper tantrum because thankfully, I don't have to sit here placid and passive and take your verbal beatings any longer!" I bounded off the seat then gave him my most seethingly caustic glare and feeding off my pure adrenaline tore off sprinting down the street.
I made it about halfway home before I felt the burning of the bitterly cold air in my lungs. I fought back tears for the second time that day. As I dug in my pocket for my cell phone. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I found it and dialed the number I knew all to well.
"Tris, it's Rory I need some help..." and with that I dissolved into self indulgent tears right their in front of Miss Patty's.
TO BE CONTINUED
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