Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 87: Bitter Taste 

IAN’s POV : 

"We're just friends,"she said of him once.

Friends my fucking ass! What I saw back there wasn’t what just friends would do.

She was sitting on his lap.He was hugging her and touching her.She was letting him.And they fucking kissed.I had to look away instantly, but the image was already burned into the back of my eyes.

I wanted to gag.I was angry, confused, disgusted, and hurt.Everything all at once.

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe.

My mouth fell open, but no air was coming in or out.I had to get out of there.

Shoving past anyone who was in my way, I made it back to my car and slammed the door shut.Every time I closed my eyes, that image was all I saw.

No matter how loud I screamed or how hard I punched the steering wheel in front of me, nothing could release me from the stinging pain in my chest.

How could she do this to me? Emma, my baby girl, my sweet girl.

The girl who’s got my heart and soul in the palm of her hand.

How could she hurt me like this? And how long has this been going on? Those thoughts were my only company as I sped away out of that town.

For the next two hours, I was left alone with these thoughts and the aching pain in my heart.

Does she love him too? Is this why she wants space from me? This is what she wants to figure out? The more my brain replayed the image in my head, the angrier I got.

I was in the middle of the I-95 N when I swerved my car to the side of the road and stopped.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I let out another angry scream and punched the steering wheel like a maniac.

My bruised up hand picked up my phone instinctively because I wanted to call her and ask her for an explanation.

But when I opened the screen, all I saw was Emma’s face, smiling right at me.

That got me even angrier for some reason.

My fist curled into the phone, wishing somehow I could break it.

When it didn't work, I opened the car door and threw the metal thing straight to the ground.

It cracked and broke into pieces.

That was satisfying to watch.

I stepped on the stupid thing a couple more times, making sure it was pulverized into millions of tiny pieces.

Looking back, I didn’t know why I did that.

The stupid phone never did anything wrong.

I was just so angry, I wanted to break anything.

I'd crash this stupid car if I could.

But that wouldn't get us anywhere.

Literally.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, I got back inside the car and continued driving.

All I wanted was an escape from this pain.

I had to get away as fast and as far away from her as I could.

But even as I got back to New York City and in the comfort of my own apartment, the pain was still there.

It was as strong and stubborn as ever.

And even when I punched my own head with my fists, I couldn't get the image of her and that guy out of my head.

It was getting pathetic.

My eyes went blurry and tears were falling out.

Staggering to the kitchen, I grabbed whatever alcoholic beverage I had in

and it didn’t seem to work on me,

another bottle and

Rinse and repeat.

and all I saw was blackness.I woke

weak to move, so I didn’t

never stopped and it

through my ears, causing my brain to the brink

you in there? Open this freaking door

screaming her lungs

"I'm coming..."

croaked as I

right in and shouted to my ears, "Hey! I’ve been calling

"What day is it?"

trying to remember,

god, lan, are

she was my bloody and

and saw the gigantic mess

bottles and broken furniture

I could break with my hands,

fiick happened here?"she sounded

Ally, my head

want? lan, it's

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

already? I

was drinking so much, I

my apartment was to get food

or talked

fell into this black hole, drinking myself

going on here?

reaching for my battered up

okay, I’m good.Give me ten minutes,

and I pulled

go to a

give me ten...actually give me

carelessly and sauntered

good with

ready within twenty

blood, put some bandage on, washed my face,

was watching my every

a word, but she didn't have

said it all, she was worried sick.We

to a limited audience prior to the

feedback

Things were going great.

like a rock star, and I made contacts with some

champagne on free flow, and though it wasn't my

of people, I was feeling tired

of champagne from the open bar and sauntered towards the back

a second, drink some champagne in the peace and

are you

What are you doing here?"I retorted playfully and she

me what's going on

reach you for days.Your phone was off

it's broken.I broke it,"I cut her

"What?"

it out

did you

"Meh,"I shrugged.

what's going on with

the broken bottles? The broken furniture?

he’s back

and my damned

with an intermittent explosive

couldn't control myself, I had

when I found out about my dad’s

the trigger that

was not the same

was better.I hadn't had an episode in

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