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.

fiicking bitch? Staggering to the kitchen, I grabbed whatever

I had finished the bottle and it didn’t seem to work on me, I threw the stupid bottle away and the glass broke into tiny

another bottle and repeated

Rinse and repeat.

saw was blackness.I woke up to a loud pounding

body was too weak to move, so I

the pounding never stopped and it was

piercing through my ears, causing my brain to the brink of

Open

was screaming her

"I'm coming..."

croaked as I staggered

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

"What day is it?"

my eyes, trying to

god, lan, are you

when she was my

around the room and

broken furniture were

could break with my

fiick happened

Ally, my head hurts.What do you

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

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

was Saturday already? I didn't realize

so much, I didn’t keep track

time I left my apartment was to

talked to Emma, or talked to

into this black hole, drinking myself into oblivion

on

for my battered up

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

and I pulled my

go to

me ten...actually give me twenty

waved my hand carelessly and sauntered towards the

good with my

got ready

bandage on, washed

watching my

word, but she didn't have

sick.We got to the gallery just in

limited audience prior to the grand

get some feedback before officially showcasing the gallery to

Things were going great.

star, and I made contacts

though it wasn't my favorite alcohol of choice, it was

of people, I was feeling

champagne from the open bar and sauntered towards the back office where there were no

a second, drink some champagne in the peace and quiet,

you doing here?"Ally

doing here?"I retorted playfully

tell me what's going on with

my apartment, I couldn't reach

it's broken.I broke

"What?"

it out

you do that

"Meh,"I shrugged.

what's going on with

cuts around my face, "All the broken bottles? The broken

guess he’s

and my

intermittent explosive disorder when I was

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

the first time when I found out about my dad’s

was the trigger that started

I was not the same stupid kid I was in

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

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