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.

grabbed whatever alcoholic beverage I had in my arsenal

me, I threw

another bottle and repeated

Rinse and repeat.

away and all I saw was blackness.I woke up to a loud pounding

weak to move, so

the pounding never stopped and

causing my

Open this

was screaming her lungs

"I'm coming..."

as I staggered

I creaked the door open, Ally barged right in and shouted to my ears, "Hey! I’ve been calling and calling! Don't tell me you forgot about

"What day is it?"

trying to remember,

lan, are you

was my bloody and bruised

around the room and saw the gigantic mess that it

broken furniture were

break with my hands,

fiick happened

Ally, my head hurts.What do

want? lan, it's

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

was Saturday already? I didn't

much, I didn’t keep track of

my apartment

Emma, or talked to anyone for

this black hole, drinking myself into

on

for my battered up

minutes, I'll

and I pulled my

go to

give me ten...actually give

carelessly and sauntered

was good

ready

on, washed my face, and I put on

was watching

didn’t say a word, but she didn't

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

to a limited audience prior to

so we could get some feedback before officially showcasing

Things were going great.

was working the room like a rock star, and I made contacts with some

wasn't my

of

up a bottle of champagne from the open bar and sauntered towards the back

for a second, drink some champagne in the

you

you doing here?"I retorted playfully

tell me what's going on with you?"she

reach you for days.Your phone

broke it,"I cut her

"What?"

out

did you do

"Meh,"I shrugged.

going

hand and the cuts around my face, "All the broken bottles? The broken furniture? I thought that

guess he’s

and my damned

was diagnosed with an intermittent explosive disorder when I was

control myself, I had episodes where

the first time when I found

trigger that started

a while since then, I was not the same stupid

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

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