Once her tears were dry, Julia shook her head as she looked back to Jamie. She wanted to strangle Jamie, she wanted to punch him, yell at him; anything to make him open his eyes. Julia felt fresh tears form in her eyes as he spoke about not needing him. "So you don't love me? Is that it Jamie?" She shouted at him, she laughed without any emotion. "I'll be fine without you? Are you fucking serious? I wanted to be dead when I found out, you left without even telling me." She stated towards him.
Julia slammed her fist down on the table once again, she had so much anger inside of her, she wanted to break down, and start crying. "If you never meant for this to happen, than why the fuck did you leave in the first place, Jamie? I should be the one apologizing because it seems like I didn't show enough love towards you, to make you think you were never important to me."
Julia didn't know what she was going to do, she didn't know if she should leave and never look back. Or if she should leave, let Jamie think about stuff, and come back to talk to him again. It seemed like Jamie was to hard-headed to understand anything she was saying though, he had his mind state on some plan, that Julia didn't know about.
The young woman watched as her best friend thanked her for coming and headed back inside. That was it? He was just going to explain why he left, apologize, than left her hanging. Julia followed him inside, walked past him, and headed to the front door but before she left, she turned to Jamie. "It seems like me coming over here, didn't mean that much." She snapped. "So get over yourself, Jamie. I don't care how you don't see yourself as a hero, I don't care about you being sorry because it seems you don't care anymore. It seems like you didn't care when you were eighteen, because you left two of your best of friends in the fucking dark, when you thought it would be the best for the two of them; you wouldn't fucking know what was best for us. So don't give me your bullshit lies." Julia didn't care if she was making a scene in front of everyone, she wanted to get her anger out.
"You said, I don't need you in my life. How the hell would you know? You haven't been here for seven years! That doesn't matter though, does it, Jamie? As long as you get what you want! Though thanks for coming back, to show me that I wasted my emotions, and every scar on my body to a boy who is a total fucking asshole!" With those words spoken, Julia left the house, slamming the door behind her, and went to her car with tears streaming down her face.
After the drive home, Julia sat there as she tried to wipe the tears away, but they wouldn't stop. She felt broken inside, her heart felt empty, she felt like she did when she was fifteen. Her scars were burning, as if telling her to help release the pain, to go back to the razor. Julia was stronger than that now, she knew after a few hours of crying, she would be back to normal.
Julia got out of the car, went to the house, and walked inside. She didn't care if Reece was home or not, because she wasn't in the mood to see or talk to anyone right now. She went up the stairs, walked to their bedroom, and fell onto the bed. Julia shoved her face into the pillow, she started to scream as she cried. She hated Jamie and she hated herself for even wasting her time over him.