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Stop right there,

That's exactly where I lost it.

See that line?

Well, I never should have crossed it.

- Reliant K, Who I Am Hates Who I've Been

Sean's POV

We walked home in silence. I didn't know what to say and neither did she. But she was really upset at what had happened. I had to do something to break the silence.

"I'm sorry. He shouldn't have said that." I said.

"It's not your fault."

"El, I think you should talk to someone about what happened. I know it's hard, but you have to tell someone. That guy can't get away with doing that to you. He's gonna go to jail."

"You don't understand. People are going to think that i'm a whore."

"Who's going to tell them?"

"They have ways of finding out."

"Paige got raped...do people think she's a whore?" I asked.

"That's different."

"How?"

"I don't know..."

We got home and it was so quiet, that you could hear a pin drop. My dad was already asleep. I came into the living room and turned on the lamp, just to be greeted by empty vodka bottles. She saw them too. He wouldn't..., I thought. I knew comming back here was a bad idea. I knew that he couldn't keep sober, as hard as he tried, he couldn't do it. I can't believe I had actually trusted him. I can't believe I had actually thought that he had changed.

"Ellie, we're leaving." I said, angrily.

"Sean, give him a chance. Maybe it's not what you think."

"What I think is that there weren't any bottles here yesterday. And now there are. Need more proof?" She went into the bedroom and got her bag and I got mine.

"Are there gonna be any trains right now?" she asked.

"There probbably is."

And we left. Just like that.

The ticket booth worker was just closing up as soon as we got to the train station.

"Come on, you have to be kidding me."

"Sorry kids, last train left 5 minutes ago." he said.

Ellie turned around. "What are we gonna do?" she said, worried.

"I don't know." I looked through my cell phone for someone to call when I reached the m's.

"El..." I said, showing her the name I had highlighted.

"No, way."

"Come on!"

"Are you kidding me? I can't stay at his house! I don't even know him!"

"Do you have any other ideas?" I said. "...unless you plan on spending the night at the train station. He has a fold-out bed in his basement." I knew that spending the night at Mike's was the last place she wanted to be, but when I left my dad's house, I didn't plan on comming back. She didn't exactly say yes, either. But I could tell by the expression on her face that she'd agreed to come. I called Mike and told him about my dad, and the train station. Actually, he's one of the only guys that I could actually relate to because his parents divorced when he was 3 and he's had a pretty rough life.

"Sure, you guys could stay here." he said.

"Thanks. See you later."

"Bye."

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"So, dude, what happened tonight? What happened with Jake?" Mike said when we got there. Ellie went downstairs, and it was just me and him.

"He called her a whore. He doesn't have any fucking right to say anything about her. She heard him call her a whore."

"Maybe she misunderstood."

"She was crying, man."

"There's something weird going on with that kid. I don't know, he just seems kind of off. Whatever, i'm tired, i'm gonna go to sleep." He went downstairs and I followed him. Ellie was putting some of her stuff away, and Mike pulled out the bed for us and started to walk away.

"Yeah, goodnight," He leaned in towards me, "and have fun, buddy" he said softly, but I knew Ellie had heard when I turned around and saw the expression on her face. The kind of i-hate-you-and-your-friends-are-assholes look.

"Ellie..look I get that your really pissed at me right now.."

"No, apparently you don't get it because this keeps happening over and over again. You don't understand how when they say stuff like, it really hurts me." she said.

"It's not like I tell them to say those things."

"Yeah, but you don't stop them from doing it either. Whatever, goodnight."

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I woke up around 7 and she was still asleep. That's a first, I thought, Ellie's always awake earlier than me. I got up, got dressed, and Ellie woke up. She wasn't talking to me - go figure. We always fight. It seems like ever since I came back here, we're done nothing but fight all the time. I mean, shouldn't there be like a grace period or something between each couple? After I while, I broke the silence between us.

"Look, we need to figure this out now" I said.

"Not now, i'm not in the mood."

"No, right now. We need to work this out right now."

"Okay, what?"

"Why are we always fighting? It doesn't feel the same like it was before. We're happy, but then it's one fight, after another, after another..." I said.

"But, all couples fight, Sean."

"Not as much as we do, we don't have any time to be happy."

"Well, what do you want me to say? That i'm sorry and it's all my fault? See, this is what happens when you pile your problems on top of each other and don't talk about it. They keep piling up until one day, this happens."

"I don't want you to say sorry, I want you to find a way we can work us out."

"All couples fight, Sean!"

"Yeah, but not as much as we do! We're even fighting right now!"

"Do you even remember how much Craig and Ashley would fight? Ashley would call me in the middle of the night, crying, because she used to fight so much with Craig."

"But it's not supposed to be like this..."

"I think your overreacting" she said.

"I think your just pmsing."

"I think your being an asshole. I'm starting to really get sick of this..."

"Well, you wanna know something? I'm starting to get really sick of you." There's probbably no expression for the look on her face. She looked like she was either going to burst out crying, or burst out screaming at me. It was actually something I did without thinking about anything. Sometimes I say things without even thinking about it. Like this time, I didn't even think about it as us breaking up. I didn't think that saying that meant that we wouldn't be together anymore.

"...you want to break up? After all this?" I didn't exactly say yes, but by the look on my face, she knew I was serious. She ran out, crying. I was mad, I don't know if I was more mad at myself, or more mad at her. Mike was comming downstair, right when Ellie was running out.

"Whoa, uh...good morning?" he said.

"Don't talk to me right now, man."

"What's going on?"

"I broke up with her."

"Um, dude, I know it's none of my business, but are you aware that you've just made the biggest fucking mistake in your whole life?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I know you. Your being stupid, stubborn Sean Cameron. I know you love that girl and breaking up with her is the worst thing you could do."

"How do you know I love her?"

"Come on, man. Half the freaking world knows you love her. Tell me you didn't go back to Toronto for her. Tell me you didn't beat the crap outta Jake because you love her and you didn't want to see her upset. Go after her."

"What! No way..."

"Dude, get your ass up and go after her. I swear, you'll thank me later. This may be possibly the best advice i'm ever gonna give you." He was right. I couldn't afford to lose her. I couldn't think of my life without Ellie. I got up and started looking for her - she was no where to be found. I looked outside and she was sitting against the wall, still crying. I didn't know how to approach her, should I apologize? Should I be angry? Should I just talk to her?

"El..we need to talk." I said, finally.

"Aren't we over?"
"Come on, be fair."

"Fine, sit, get confortable because we have a lot to talk about." And we talked for hours just there, sitting on the ground. But it wasn't like I was talking to anyone, I was talking to someone who totally understood me. If I told her 2 + 2 5, she'd believe me. That's probbably why I love her so much. Because she could understand me better than anyone else.