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.

the kitchen, I grabbed whatever alcoholic beverage I had in my arsenal and chugged

me, I threw

another bottle and repeated the process

Rinse and repeat.

all I saw was blackness.I woke up to a loud pounding at the

too weak to move, so I didn’t

stopped

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

you in there? Open this freaking door right

was screaming her lungs

"I'm coming..."

croaked as I staggered

shouted to my ears, "Hey! I’ve been

"What day is it?"

trying to remember,

god, lan,

when she was

around the room and saw

broken furniture were

break with my hands, I

fiick happened

yelling Ally, my head hurts.What

it's Saturday! It’s the

"Ah shit,"I muttered.

"I forgot about that,"

Saturday already?

so much, I didn’t keep track of

apartment was to get food

to Emma, or

fell into this black hole, drinking myself into oblivion

on

sighed, reaching for my battered

ten minutes,

I pulled my

we should go to

ten...actually give me

waved my hand carelessly and sauntered towards

good with my

got ready

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

was watching my every

word,

she was worried sick.We got to the gallery just

limited audience prior to the grand

we could get some feedback before officially showcasing the gallery to the

Things were going great.

room like a rock star, and I made contacts with

it wasn't my favorite alcohol of choice, it

of people, I was feeling tired

bottle of champagne from the open bar and sauntered towards

champagne in the peace and quiet, when suddenly I saw Ally standing

you doing here?"Ally

here?"I retorted playfully

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

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

broken.I broke it,"I

"What?"

it out the

did you do

"Meh,"I shrugged.

what's going

broken bottles? The broken furniture? I thought that lan was

he’s back

and my

was diagnosed with an intermittent explosive disorder

myself, I had episodes where I reacted

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

trigger that

I was not the same stupid kid

better.I hadn't had an episode in

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