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 and chugged it down in

seem to work on me,

bottle and

Rinse and repeat.

I saw was blackness.I woke up to a loud pounding

body was too weak to move, so I didn’t

stopped and it was annoying

sound was piercing through my ears, causing my brain to the

in there? Open this freaking

was screaming her

"I'm coming..."

as I staggered to

and shouted to my

"What day is it?"

trying to remember, but

god, lan, are you

she was

and saw the gigantic mess that

bottles and broken furniture were

with my hands, I

happened here?"she sounded

my head

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

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

Saturday already? I

drinking so much, I didn’t keep track of

apartment was to get food

hadn’t talked to Emma, or talked to anyone for that

into this black hole, drinking myself into oblivion every

on

for my

good.Give me ten minutes, I'll get

said and I pulled my

to a hospital?"she asked

me ten...actually

hand carelessly

was good with my

got ready

up all the blood, put some bandage on, washed my face, and

watching my

a word, but

face said it all, she was worried sick.We got to the

limited audience prior to the

feedback before officially

Things were going great.

the room like a rock star, and I made contacts with some of the greatest art connoisseurs

also had champagne on free flow, and though it wasn't

talking to a bunch of people, I was

the open bar and sauntered

second, drink some champagne in the peace and

you doing

here?"I retorted

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

my apartment, I couldn't reach

broken.I broke it,"I cut

"What?"

it out

did you

"Meh,"I shrugged.

going

the broken

he’s

and my damned anger

an intermittent explosive disorder when I

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

time when I found out about

was the trigger that

then, I was not the same stupid

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

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