Poohbear1990: This chapter will be in Angelina's point-of-view. Now you get to read about what started all of this. Now on with the story.
Sometimes I wish I couldn't feel. I wish I couldn't feel his presence when he would walk into a room. I wish I couldn't feel his gentle touches, his loving kisses, and the love that I have for him. Leaving him caused me so much pain. I'm hurting more than I have when I was with him. At least then I knew that we loved each other. I still love him, I swear I do, but I…we need this. We need a break from the pain that our love has put us through.
Knowing this is the way things have to be for a while scares me. It makes no sense. I love him and I know he loves me…or loved me anyways. That's what scares me more than anything in the world. I'm a horrible person that doesn't deserve to be loved. I told him this many times before and he'll just kiss me passionately and tell me that that's just some bullocks that I think. Oh…I want to ask him if he still thinks this now.
I stop walking and realize that I have no where to go. My mum would just tell me that she told me so. Weasley's are bad news. Don't fall in love with that boy. He'll just break your heart. She says this about all the men in the world. She just changes the last name to the person that someone's with. So when my mum had told me this about George, I just shrugged her off. George. Just saying his name makes my heart pound. No need in thinking about the past Angie, he's never going to take you back. How can I blame him? I didn't leave because of what he did.
Hell he was only doing that to get back at me! I left because that was my sign that I had to end this before I hurt him anymore than I already have…if that's even possible. After all this IS all my fault. I made one huge mistake that changed our lives.
Flashback
I stumbled into the house around one in the morning after hanging out with Alicia and Katie at a club. My one button yellow jacket covering my white button up shirt that was placed in the wrong holes and my denim mini skirt half way buttoned. With my hair sticking out of it's hair clamp, tears sliding down my face and puffy red eyes.
How could I have been so stupid! My heart was telling me to tell him to stop, but my drunken mind told me to live a little. It said your lonely and George isn't here. Besides you're already smashed so get screwed to top it all off. To make matters worst, my body had shut down completely and allowed him to think that I wanted him. I didn't want him. I tripped over my own high heels and held onto the couch for support. I walked past a picture of George and me spinning, twirling, and laughing at the opening of his joke shop. I chuckled lightly when Fred had took the picture saying something about it would be better if we just snogged each others brains out. Said it will show how happy we were together.
Back then we were happy, but now I highly doubted that we will be for long. I picked that picture up and held it to my chest. Fresh tears started to fall from my eyes as I stood there. Why I'm I so stupid! I wish someone would just slap me until I pass out and land in my grave. At this point my body was shaking and just wanted to give away. I stepped outside of our bed room and took one shaky breath. I looked over to him and started to sob again. He looked so peaceful in the bed. He held a goofy smile on his face that was just too cute. His chest rising and falling with every breath that he took.
Holding the picture closer than it already had been, I flipped on the lights. At first he stirred lightly, but figured that the lights weren't coming off anytime soon. His eyes looked at me lovingly at first, but quickly turned into concern and worry when he focused his eyes on my appearance. I hopped out of bed and ran to me.
He held me close and asked what happened. I couldn't talk. I just cried harder. He led me to the bed with moving my head from his neck. He probably thought that I had been raped and I wish this had been true. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this, but it would hurt less than what I'm about to tell him. "George." I whispered through my sobbing. He pulls me back and looks me in my eye. "Tell me love. What happened?" I felt the picture slip out and shatter on the floor.
"I cheated on you."
End of flashback
What happened after I told him that, I don't know. I had blacked out woke up in our bed with a wet towel on my head. That was 6 months ago and I still can't forgive myself. What makes it so bad is that when George started cheating on me…I started going back to HIM.
I never told anyone, but I went into a little depression. I felt like my world was over. That the glass jar on the top shelf that read 'George and Angelina's love' just fell down and broke apart. Some nights that George would bring another woman home, despite what he thought, I would go to Alicia, Katie, Lee, or Fred's houses (I would only go to Fred's house if I was two seconds away from throwing myself out for my 3rd story window).
Even though I see that as a good way out of all of this, I'm not going to Fred, Lee, Alicia, or Katie. I'm going to my mum's house. I need someone that will let me tell them the whole story from the beginning. Someone that will stand up, hopefully slap the shit out of me, and yell at me for being so stupid. Knowing my mum, I'll get my wishes. I hate myself so much right now. I can't help, but wonder what life for George and me would be like if I hadn't cheated on him with…
Poohbear1990: Hahahaha! Cliffhanger. Gotta love them. So what do you guys thing about that. I almost cried while writing this. I had no idea that I could be so deep.