with those sluts. Watching for a few seconds broke me, any longer would destroy me.
I ran through to my bedroom, throwing some clothes and toiletries into my bag, and quickly closed the door behind me.
I hesitated, not wanting to leave mid party. To let these kind of people have free reign to my house. But I’d die if I had to witness anymore of Joel’s activities.
I ran down the stairs, grabbing Elijah. He quickly noted my mascara stained face and left without asking any questions.
When we were at a safe distance, he stopped and pulled me into his arms. “I saw Joel and the two girls, I’m so sorry,” he said softly.
I clung to him, sobbing, the grief taking over. “I hate him so much, he doesn’t give a shit about me, just cares about whatever girl he can screw next.” I pushed away, striding off down the road.
I needed to put as much distance between us as possible. I hated him with every single breath I took. I despised myself for allowing him into my heart.
Why? Why would he do this to me?
Elijah’s arms wrapped tightly around me. I gave into the sobs, burying my head into his chest and let the misery consume me once again. I was plummeting to the bowels of hell.
Hello, darkness.
Chapter 7 – The Morning After
My body jolted itself awake only to find myself in complete darkness. After a couple hours of restless sleep, I was back in my own living nightmare. I rubbed my eyes to try to focus and clicked on my phone to find it was almost seven. I was totally exhausted but flashbacks from the night before prevented me from drifting back off to sleep.
Elijah was flat out, gently snoring beside me. I was envious of his relaxed state. I wanted to be oblivious to it all rather than facing my own living nightmare.
I slipped out of the bed not wanting to disturb him. He looked so serene, almost angelic in sleep. Which was not a term I’d use to describe him awake.
Grabbing my clothes I headed for the bathroom, quickly dressing. I gathered up my coat and bag, quietly making my way towards the front door.
The early frosty air felt brutal against my skin. I pulled in a deep breath, regulating myself to the cold, slowly making my way home.
Truthfully I wanted to stay, but the moment Elijah’s eyes sprang open he’d ask a barrage of questions I was not yet ready to answer. I knew mentally I had to prepare myself for whatever I was about to walk back into.
I ran up the driveway, just happy to see the house was still standing. I quietly unlocked the door and stuck my head inside listening out for any signs of activity.
Nothing.
So far. So good.
Walking through the house I surveyed the damage, the whole place was littered with bottles and cans. An unpleasant stench of smoke hit me, but nothing disastrous had happened that couldn’t be covered up with a tidy up and a blast of air freshener.
Tiredness began taking over. After a night of torment and Elijah hogging the best part of the bed, I was both mentally and physically exhausted. I left the mess of the sitting room behind and trudged upstairs preparing myself to face the inevitable.
I stopped breathing walking past Joel’s room. My eyes remained fixated on the door. I listened for several moments, my ears straining for any form of noise. The blood was pumping so loudly that it cancelled out the silence.
Had he gone back home?
At that precise moment I noticed my door was ajar. I stared intently at it for several seconds.
I knew I had definitely closed it.
A wave of nausea ran through me, and my breath hitched hearing the faint light snores filtering through the door.
My heart stopped.
Oh. My. God.
Who the hell was in my bed?
The room was too dark to see anything visible. I peeped through the gap in the door, squinting to make out the person sleeping inside. My heart was racing, and I was majorly pissed. Then adrenalin took over, and I was no longer scared.
My hand slammed against the door and I flung it open, switching on the lights
I ran through to my bedroom, throwing some clothes and toiletries into my bag, and quickly closed the door behind me.
I hesitated, not wanting to leave mid party. To let these kind of people have free reign to my house. But I’d die if I had to witness anymore of Joel’s activities.
I ran down the stairs, grabbing Elijah. He quickly noted my mascara stained face and left without asking any questions.
When we were at a safe distance, he stopped and pulled me into his arms. “I saw Joel and the two girls, I’m so sorry,” he said softly.
I clung to him, sobbing, the grief taking over. “I hate him so much, he doesn’t give a shit about me, just cares about whatever girl he can screw next.” I pushed away, striding off down the road.
I needed to put as much distance between us as possible. I hated him with every single breath I took. I despised myself for allowing him into my heart.
Why? Why would he do this to me?
Elijah’s arms wrapped tightly around me. I gave into the sobs, burying my head into his chest and let the misery consume me once again. I was plummeting to the bowels of hell.
Hello, darkness.
Chapter 7 – The Morning After
My body jolted itself awake only to find myself in complete darkness. After a couple hours of restless sleep, I was back in my own living nightmare. I rubbed my eyes to try to focus and clicked on my phone to find it was almost seven. I was totally exhausted but flashbacks from the night before prevented me from drifting back off to sleep.
Elijah was flat out, gently snoring beside me. I was envious of his relaxed state. I wanted to be oblivious to it all rather than facing my own living nightmare.
I slipped out of the bed not wanting to disturb him. He looked so serene, almost angelic in sleep. Which was not a term I’d use to describe him awake.
Grabbing my clothes I headed for the bathroom, quickly dressing. I gathered up my coat and bag, quietly making my way towards the front door.
The early frosty air felt brutal against my skin. I pulled in a deep breath, regulating myself to the cold, slowly making my way home.
Truthfully I wanted to stay, but the moment Elijah’s eyes sprang open he’d ask a barrage of questions I was not yet ready to answer. I knew mentally I had to prepare myself for whatever I was about to walk back into.
I ran up the driveway, just happy to see the house was still standing. I quietly unlocked the door and stuck my head inside listening out for any signs of activity.
Nothing.
So far. So good.
Walking through the house I surveyed the damage, the whole place was littered with bottles and cans. An unpleasant stench of smoke hit me, but nothing disastrous had happened that couldn’t be covered up with a tidy up and a blast of air freshener.
Tiredness began taking over. After a night of torment and Elijah hogging the best part of the bed, I was both mentally and physically exhausted. I left the mess of the sitting room behind and trudged upstairs preparing myself to face the inevitable.
I stopped breathing walking past Joel’s room. My eyes remained fixated on the door. I listened for several moments, my ears straining for any form of noise. The blood was pumping so loudly that it cancelled out the silence.
Had he gone back home?
At that precise moment I noticed my door was ajar. I stared intently at it for several seconds.
I knew I had definitely closed it.
A wave of nausea ran through me, and my breath hitched hearing the faint light snores filtering through the door.
My heart stopped.
Oh. My. God.
Who the hell was in my bed?
The room was too dark to see anything visible. I peeped through the gap in the door, squinting to make out the person sleeping inside. My heart was racing, and I was majorly pissed. Then adrenalin took over, and I was no longer scared.
My hand slammed against the door and I flung it open, switching on the lights
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