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.

I fiicking crying right now? Like a fiicking bitch? Staggering to the kitchen, I grabbed whatever alcoholic beverage I had in my arsenal and chugged it down in a

and it didn’t seem to work on me, I threw

bottle and repeated the process

Rinse and repeat.

was blackness.I woke up to a loud pounding at the

too weak to move, so I didn’t wanna get

stopped and it was

my ears, causing my

Open this freaking

was screaming her lungs

"I'm coming..."

croaked as I staggered to the

barged right in and shouted to my ears, "Hey! I’ve been calling and calling! Don't tell me

"What day is it?"

eyes, trying to remember, but

lan,

when she was my bloody and bruised

then looked around the room and saw

bottles and broken furniture

with my hands,

fiick happened here?"she

head hurts.What do

want? lan, it's Saturday! It’s the gallery's

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

Saturday already? I

I

left my apartment was

Emma, or talked

black hole, drinking

going on

reaching for my battered up

I’m good.Give me ten minutes, I'll get dressed

and I pulled my hand

to

give me ten...actually give me

carelessly and sauntered towards

good with my

got ready within twenty

cleaned up all the blood, put some bandage on, washed

was watching my

a word, but

she was worried sick.We got to the gallery just in time for the

to a limited audience prior

we could get some feedback before officially showcasing the gallery to

Things were going great.

rock star, and I made contacts with some of the greatest art connoisseurs in

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

of people, I was

the open bar and

was gonna chill for a second, drink some champagne in the peace and

you doing here?"Ally

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

what's going on with you?"she

you left my apartment, I couldn't reach you for days.Your phone was

broken.I broke it,"I

"What?"

out the

you do that

"Meh,"I shrugged.

what's going

around my face, "All the broken bottles?

he’s

and my

an intermittent explosive disorder when

that guy when I couldn't control myself, I had episodes where I reacted in

happened the first time when I found out about

was the trigger that started

a while since then, I was not the same stupid kid I was in high

and I was better.I hadn't had an episode in years.But now, it was

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255