I Love The Way You Lie;;Gina;;1

"Gina, I don't know what to tell you."


Jonathan tells me as I'm sitting across from him at the table during dinner. We're in a restaurant as he's telling me this. We're in a public restaurant and Jonathan Toews has the nerve to tell me he's confused and quite possibly in love with his ex-girlfriend who he was on and off with before we started dating. I fold my arms across my chest as I yell for the check. 


This was unbearable right now.


"Can't we at least enjoy dinner?" He asks me. 
"How can I enjoy dinner with someone who I've been seeing for six month when they're telling me they don't love me anymore?" 
"I never said I didn't love you."
"You implied it when you said you still love her."
"She has a name you know."
"I don't care if she has a name or if she's fucken tinkerbell."


I grab the check from the waiter and throw a credit card in the holder without looking at the bill. She takes the check and walks away as I try to hold back the tears from my eyes. This wasn't happening, he was leaving me. "If you really loved her, then why did you want to date me then?" I ask.


"Gina, I don't know, maybe we're just not cut out for dating at all."
"Oh, so this whole time you've lied to me? Wow, I wonder if everyone knows how much of an asshole you are. Thank you," I say grabbing the check and signing the bill. "Thank you for making these past six months of my life a living hell."
"Gina I'm sorry I'm putting you through this."
"Well...I feel like I've just entered hell. You know, maybe you're right, we weren't made for this. That's fine, you're just like all the other ass holes I've ever dated. See you around Jonathan."


I storm out of the restaurant and walk to my jeep. I hear the restaurant door slam close. It's Jonathan, because everytime he's mad he makes sure everyone knows it. "Gina stop!" He's yelling as I turn around. "I still want to be friends."


"How can I be friends with you?"
"What do you mean?" 
"You're a lying, two faced asshole. Yeah, that's right, I said it. You're two faced Jonathan. Grow up. Have a nice life with her."


I drive away from him and I don't look back. I think about the day I met him seven months ago. All thanks to Brent Seabrook, my sisters boyfriend. I think about what it was that I liked about him. It dawns on me.


He was a good liar, and I loved it.


I pull into the drive way of mine and my sisters house. She's not here, and I'm thankful for that because I don't want her to see the water works begin. I throw my purse on the kitchen counter and slide down the wall. My knees are up to my chest now and my hands are almost covering my face as I begin crying. 


He was gone, he was never coming back. Let the trip to hell begin.

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