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.

bitch? Staggering to the kitchen, I grabbed

and it didn’t seem to work on me, I threw the stupid bottle away and the glass

another bottle and

Rinse and repeat.

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

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

the pounding never stopped

ears, causing my brain to the brink of

in there? Open

was screaming

"I'm coming..."

as I staggered

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

"What day is it?"

squinted my eyes, trying to

my god, lan, are

gasped when she was my

and saw the gigantic mess

bottles and broken furniture were

I could break with

happened here?"she sounded

my head hurts.What do you

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

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

was Saturday already?

drinking so much, I didn’t

time I left my apartment was to

to Emma, or talked to

fell into this black hole, drinking myself into

on

for my battered

me ten minutes, I'll get dressed

and I pulled my hand

we should go to

give me ten...actually give me

hand carelessly

was good

ready within twenty

the blood, put some bandage on,

was watching my

didn’t say a word, but she didn't

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

limited

this so we could get some feedback

Things were going great.

and I made contacts with some of the greatest art connoisseurs

flow, and though it wasn't my favorite alcohol of choice, it

a bunch of

up a bottle of champagne from the open bar and

some champagne in the peace and quiet, when suddenly I saw

you doing

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

wanna tell me what's going on

reach

broke

"What?"

it out

you

"Meh,"I shrugged.

what's going on with

the cuts around my face, "All the broken bottles? The broken furniture? I thought that lan was gone

guess he’s

my damned anger

an intermittent explosive disorder when I

control myself, I had episodes where

time when I found out about my dad’s

the trigger

while since then, I was not the same stupid kid I was

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

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