"Abbie, I'm back." I heard Jackson's voice and shut my laptop. He left about 3 hours ago and hasn't texted or called. My best guess? He was in bed with another woman. He seems to do that a lot, anytime he's feeling down or just wants a break from life. But this time, he seemed different. When I got a good look at him, I knew something was wrong. His hair was ruffled, he had marks on his neck, his eyes were cloudy, and he was stumbling. "Jacky! Are you okay?" I ask. "No. Nothing is okay, thanks to you." he says. This scares me, I have no idea what is going on. "J, you're drunk. Let's get you in bed and we can talk more tomorrow morning." I say, and start to usher him to our room. "NO!" he shouts. "Excuse me?" I ask and look at him. "I'm breaking up with you." he says, "You're a fucking bitch, Abbie." "I'm the bitch? You're the one always sneaking out, getting drunk, having sex with other girls and coming back in an awful mood! Something has changed about you, Jackson. I used to love you. You were fun, but now you're not. Now you're an asshole who doesn't care about me anymore, so I'm glad that you're leaving! I don't want to know someone like you. You're disgusting!" I scream, and he takes a step back. "W-well okay then!" he shouts and leaves, slamming the door behind him.