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Last night... or. Well. This morning, Megan fell asleep on my lap and I had to sleep in my sitting position with a pillow between my back and the headboard of the bed. Meaning I didn't really sleep. Not that I mind though. If I had to, I'd do it again... for her.

I still can't believe this guy. He could've at least taken her outside or asked for some privacy to talk things out with her, but without thinking twice he dumped her in front of his family. Who the hell does that?

"Jay-Sean, duh!" my subconscious screams at me.

Next time I see him, I swear he'll be icing his balls after that. And that's a promise I'm making to myself. Nobody hurts my little sister and gets away with it. You'll at least get some blue balls. I'm relieved she managed to sleep at all. I'd still be crying, I swear. My heart is just too weak for things like this.

Christian better not play these games or else he won't be icing balls, he'll be missing them. One way or another I'm guaranteed that he'll never do something like that, but then again. You never know. People change sometimes.

Come to think of it. The bloody idiot hasn't called yet. I'm damn sure that plane landed hours ago. He better not make me chase his ass to D.C. just to find out if he's okay or not.
Yeah, I know I'm being dramatic, but when am I not?

My fingers are playing with Megan's soft brown hair. My confident, strong, little Angel. I don't tell her enough, but she means so much to me. Much more than she'll ever imagine. Much more than I admit.

She looks so carefree and vulnerable in her sleep. Younger than her actual age. Her hands that were squeezing me last night while she was crying are now loose around my waist as a sign that she's still sleeping.

I wish I could protect her from what she's going through right now. She doesn't deserve to be treated this way. Right now I'm hurting inside, because she is. I dread thinking of the moment she'll wake up and be reminded of last night.

A light knock on the door makes me look up from her face. Aunt Mary walks into the room with a tray of food for Megan and I. She hates when we eat in the bedroom, but I guess today's an exception.

"Good morning" she whispers so she doesn't wake Megan up.

"Morning" I answer with a smile.

"Is she okay?" She whispers worriedly.  I just shrug not knowing the answer to her question. I guess she's probably not okay. 

"I'll be in the kitchen if you guys need anything" she says and leaves the room after throwing another concerned look at the sleeping Megan on my lap.

There are five muffins, two apples, two glasses of orange juice and a sandwich that is cut in half on the tray.

I reach out and take one of the muffins from the tray. When I finish it, I take one of the glasses of orange juice and drink some of it. Then I take an apple.  During all of this Megan doesn't wake up. She's not the type to sleep in at all, so just to be sure she's alive, I check if she's breathing or not, before I continue eating my apple. When I'm nearly done I feel her grip around my waist tighten again, signaling that she's waking up.

"Stop chewing so loud" she croaks out, the sleep thick in her voice.

"Yeah, good morning to you too" I answer sarcastically.

"Did you sit like that all night?" She asks when she looks up at me and I shrug. "You could've told me to move so you could lay down. Did you even sleep?" She asks and shrug again.
She shakes her head and looks into the direction of the tray.

"Ooh! Muffins! Grab me one." She says excitedly. Her voice is a little hoarse.

"How about you sit up and grab it yourself?" I ask sarcastically.

"I'm too comfortable to get up. Come on Chan. Be nice to me, I just got dumped less than twelve hours ago" she says as an attempt to joke, but neither of us can laugh about it. I reach over to the tray without uttering another word and take one of the muffins, which I give to her.

With one hand still around me, she uses the other to silently eat her muffin. I eat another muffin and half a sandwich and leave the rest for her. Every time she finishes what she had in her hand, I pick something else from the tray for her to eat.

When she finishes her apple, only her glass of juice is left on the tray. She finally sits up and drinks all of it.

"I think I'm still hungry" she says handing me the glass, which I put back on the tray next to mine.

In case you haven't noticed. Megan is the type that will eat as much as she can to numb her pain.

I smile sympathetically at her as she ties her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Her eyes are swollen and her cheeks are flushed.

"I'm going downstairs to look for more muffins or anything eatable. Want some?" She asks with her hoarse voice.

"No, I'll just take a quick shower." I answer and get out of bed. She shrugs and strolls out of the room.

This girl is so strong. Stronger than most women I've ever seen. She's damn good at controlling her emotions. Unlike me who would have had a mental breakdown by now. So I respect her for that.

I take a shower and wear a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt I took from Megan's closet before I go downstairs, into the kitchen.

"Your phone has been going off for God knows how long and it's irritating." Megan says with a mouthful as I enter the kitchen.

"What! Oh my God! Where is it?" I say realizing I haven't paid any attention to it since I came here yesterday.

"Living room" she says and stuffs her mouth with yet another muffin. 

I hear the sound of 'Pillow talk' by Zayn Malik, which is my ringtone, playing in the living room and I rush to get it.

"Hel...-" I start when I pick up, but I get cut off by the person on the other side.

"Where in heaven's name have you been! I have been calling you non stop since I got of that plane! I called mom and she says you're at Megan's! I call Megan and the idiot doesn't pick up! I'm here worried sick about my girlfriend, who is miles away from where I am cause I...-" he shouts, but the rest goes unheard by me. The word 'girlfriend' sounded so beautiful and it just warmed my heart, causing the butterflies to go wild in my stomach.

I know. I'm pathetic, but still.
"Say that word again?" I say softly, causing him to stop ranting.

"What?"

"Say it again" I repeat.

"I just uttered so many words and I don't remember half of them. What word?" he says confusion and irritation clear in his voice.

"That word. Who were you worried about?" I ask softly.

"My girlfriend" he states, his voice a lot softer than a few seconds ago. No irritation. No confusion. I sigh at the sound of it. "You like the sound of that?" He asks without any judgement in his voice.

"Yeah I do" I say, though it sounds more like a whisper. 

"Me calling you my girlfriend?" He asks, the tone of his voice matching mine.

"Yeah. Is that stupid?" I ask feeling my cheeks heat up.

"No baby, not at all"
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😍😍😍😍😍aww. Aren't they just the cutest?

What do you guys have to say about Megan's way of controlling her emotions?

If you were in such a situation as Megan. Would you handle it like her or would you handle it like Chan would?

I would have been bouncing between the two😤😅😖😵

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