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

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

another bottle and repeated the

Rinse and repeat.

everything faded away and all I saw was blackness.I

move, so I didn’t wanna

the pounding never stopped and it was

my ears, causing my brain to the brink

Are you in there? Open this freaking

was screaming her lungs

"I'm coming..."

I staggered to the

to

"What day is it?"

squinted my eyes, trying to

lan, are

when she was my bloody

around the room and saw

broken

with my hands, I

happened

head

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

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

was Saturday already? I didn't realize

drinking so much, I didn’t

left my apartment was to get

talked to Emma, or talked to anyone

fell into this black hole, drinking myself

on here?

sighed, reaching for my battered up

me ten minutes, I'll get dressed and we'll

said and I pulled my

we should go to

give me ten...actually

hand carelessly and sauntered

was good with my

got ready within

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

watching

didn’t say a word, but

was worried sick.We got to the gallery

a preview to a limited

feedback before officially showcasing

Things were going great.

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

on free flow, and though it wasn't my

talking to a bunch of people,

open bar and

thought I was gonna chill for a second, drink some champagne in the peace and quiet, when suddenly I

are you

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

going on with you?"she asked point

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

broke it,"I cut her

"What?"

out

did you

"Meh,"I shrugged.

going on with

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

guess he’s back now,"I

my damned anger

with an intermittent explosive disorder when I was

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

when I found out about

was the trigger that started

it had been a while since then, I was

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

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