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.

crying right now? Like a fiicking bitch? Staggering to the kitchen, I grabbed whatever alcoholic beverage I

on me,

and repeated the process

Rinse and repeat.

away and all I saw was blackness.I woke up

move, so

the pounding never stopped and

my ears, causing my

Open this

was screaming her lungs

"I'm coming..."

I

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

"What day is it?"

eyes, trying to remember,

god, lan, are you

she was my bloody

and saw the gigantic

bottles and broken

break with my hands, I

happened here?"she

my head hurts.What

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

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

already? I didn't

so much, I

I left my apartment

Emma, or talked to anyone for that

hole, drinking myself into oblivion every

going on here?

for

me ten minutes, I'll

said and I

we should go to a

me ten...actually give me twenty

waved my hand carelessly and

was good

got ready

the blood, put some bandage on, washed my face, and I

watching

a word, but

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

limited audience prior to the

feedback before officially showcasing

Things were going great.

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

on free flow, and though it wasn't my

to a bunch of people,

of champagne from the open bar and

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

you doing

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

going on with you?"she asked point

reach you for days.Your phone was

broken.I broke it,"I cut

"What?"

out the

did you

"Meh,"I shrugged.

what's going

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

guess he’s back

my

diagnosed with an intermittent

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

time when I found out about

the trigger that started

then, I was not

episode in years.But

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