The Boy Next Door (on hold)

Intro

Its wasn't all bad at first but close to the end, I started feeling different towards him. He was a jerk and I couldn't be with him anymore. He had to go.

5 year was long enough and I just couldn't. All we done was argue over everything. It was never him, it was always me. And since this was my place, he was the one that had to go.

"Get out!" I yelled at him after our millionth fight. "I am done, I'm over the bull shit."

"Excuse me, its like I cheated and I've done nothing wrong." He had said.

"That's the funny thing, I wish you had. I'm just over it all, Marcel. All the lies, the hurt of it all. 3 years ago you said you would stop texting the girls and yes you did, but lately you've been different and to be honest," I started to say as I looked down for a second. "I went through your phone when you were in the shower the other day."

"What? Why was you going through my phone?" He had the nerve to ask.

"Well someone has called and I went to answer it and I saw you were texting some b***h. And I just had enough of it. So now leave, get your s**t and get the f**k out of my place." I told him as I crossed my arms.

When I had enough, it was enough. Yes I loved him to much but he had to go. I rather him cheat on me then text some random bitches behind my back and try to play dumb.

It was all great, he was my high school sweet heart, the love of my life. I was the dumb cheerleader who fell in love with the stupid quarterback. We were prom king and queen for two years in a row. We went to college together, got us a place together but because he wasn't working I had put the house in my name. I wanted to control where I was living. Be smart about it, was what my parents always told me.

The 1st time, two years ago, I caught him texting these girls was right after we just got done f*****g and he went to take a shower. I was laying in bed playing on my phone and his phone was ringing. I reached over and picked it up. When I had answered I was a little shocked on who it was on the other end of the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is Marcel there?"

"He's in the shower, who is this?"

"Kylie, who is this?"

"I'm his girlfriend that's who this is."

"Wait girlfriend, he told me he was single."

"He's far from single, we've been together since high school going on 2 years."

"Oh my, I am so sorry."

"Have you, have you guys done anything?"

"No, we just met online and started chatting. I'm sorry, I'll leave him alone." She has said then hung up.

About a few minutes after the call, he got out of the shower and I looked at him as I was going through phone.

"Who's Kylie?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Don't play f*****g dumb with me. She just called asking for you." I said then threw his phone at him. "Guessing your single huh?" I said.

"What? No, were together ain't we?"

"Don't feel like it. Maybe we should break up and you can go date her and shit." I said as I stormed out of the room in my robe.

That's when the fights started.

He never hit me, he knew better. My father was a cop and my mother was lawyer. Me, I knew above the law. I had my ways of doing it. Just didn't want that life. I was a school teacher. I taught 9th grade high school kids, it was crazy fun at times.

Him, he done side jobs with his friends or worked at these stupid constructions sites that only lasted so many months but made the money. When the site was done, he would be laid off for awhile. He don't nothing but lay around the house and be lazy, play his stupid games, smoke his weed when he could. I only let him smoke it since he got hurt at one of his jobs. He had hurt his back one day at work, pulled something and the doctors said there's nothing they can do for it, especially where its at. So they've him a medical card for the weed.

It started one night when I came home and the house was a wreck. There was cans of beer and pop everywhere in the front room, kitchen, wrappers everywhere in the kitchen, like an animal had came into my house.

"Seriously, Marcel?!"

"What Rebecca?"

"What the f**k you've been doing all day? This house is a mess."

"Oh, I had the guys over today. We partied a little and played some games. They just left before you got home."

"You could have cleaned up, but no. I have to come home from teaching kids all day and clean up after you." I said as I grabbed the trash can and started throwing the cans away. "Quit being lazy, go get another f*****g job. The bills isn't getting paid right. I need the f*****g help." I flat out told him.

And well there went an argument/fight.

He said what he had to say but it didn't come out right since he was somewhat drunk. But I had enough of it where I just threw everything in the trash and put the can back and went to our room.

When I slammed the door, I went to take a nice long hot bath to try and forget what just happened. But that was hard to forget when I found a thong that wasn't mine. It was in the little trash can by the toilet. It was lace and I don't wear lace, I don't like how it feels on me. I grabbed it and stormed back into the other room and threw it at him.

"What the f**k is this?" I asked.

"Huh," he said at first. "Oh that's Riley's she said she pissed herself from laughing so hard tonight."

"Who the f**k is Riley?"

"Hunters wife, girlfriend. I forget." He said then went back to the TV.

"Mhm, sure." I said as I stormed back into the bedroom to take that bath.

Ever since then, its been rocky and there's times I don't know how to even keep up with everything. But all I know is, I'm just gonna do me and work til I can't.