Diamond in the Making

3. Fogged Eyes

Life is a funny thing. It's like a game that you can never win. No matter how close you get, you always fall back a few steps. At least that's how I feel at the moment. Everything felt right tonight. That is until I saw Brad's drunk eyes.

"What the hell were you doing tonight?" He asked me with possession in his eyes.

I didn't know what he was talking about. All I knew was that I am going to stand my ground. This asshole means nothing to me and he needs to know that.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned curiously as I stood in my doorway. Close enough so I can eventually kick him out.

"You know what I'm talking about." He paused for a minute taking a big sip from the bottle of scotch as he held the bottle from the neck. Then he continued "I want to know what my girlfriend was doing with Nate Harris." He stated.

I was just plain confused at this point. I mean is he delusional, we stopped dating years ago and how does he know I was with Nate.

"I'm not your girlfriend and how do you know where I was?" I asked.

He took quick intimidating steps towards me. I didn't budge. I needed to hold my ground. "I thought you knew I have eyes everywhere." Another wave of confusion, was this creep stalking me?

I frustratingly pushed my hair back and began to say "what are you talking about?" When he cut me off, tightly grabbing my arm noticing my hickey.

"Are you fucking him?" He yelled. I quickly freed my arm from his grip.

Why would he care? I didn't want to give him an answer, he doesn't deserve one. I know it may seem fast with Nate but every time I see him, he helps me have fun and let loose. He gives me butterflies that I never thought I would have. I really like him and I'm not letting this jerk get in the way of anything.

"That's none of your business." I replied looking directly into his somber eyes.

He took a minute to collect his composure, taking a few deep breaths. He looked back at me with a grin saying "I'll forgive you if you stop seeing him. We can go back to the way we were before." When he finished his sentence he began drinking in my appearance and licking his lips. Is he seriously checking me out right now?

"I don't need your forgiveness, I did nothing wrong and I definitely don't want to go back to the way things were." His eyes turned darker as the words left my mouth. Then I continued "can you please leave?"

"You did everything wrong." He growled through clenched teeth. "You'll be begging for me soon. You just wait." He stated with mischief in his eyes. What is he up to?

With that statement he dropped the now empty scotch bottle. Letting it shatter on the beautifully tied floor of my apartment. He looked at me with complete disgust and walked out my door. I heard his shoes stepping on the glass. Brad slammed the door behind him. What a drama queen, I thought to myself. How was I ever into him?

I stepped past the broken glass and into the kitchen reaching for a bottle of wine and a glass. How did my life get to this point? I finally felt like things were looking up.

After drinking half the bottle and sulking in my poor life choices, I started to clean up the broken glass.

My mind began to wander. How did Brad even get in here? How long was he even waiting? What did he do in my apartment? My hands began to pick up the glass quicker. Why does he think we're still dating? What did he mean when he said he has eyes everywhere? My thoughts raced wild distracted me from cleaning the glass and I dropped a large piece of glass that I held in my hand. It sliced right through. Blood poured onto the floor as I cursed under my breath.

I rushed over to the kitchen sink to rinse the deep cut as blood kept flowing out of my hand. "Shit" I mumbled. I'm gonna need stitches. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? First of all I'm drunk. Second of all it's about 2 in the morning, who is even awake? I rushed over to my bathroom heading for the medicine cabinet to see if I had anything to stitch myself up. I've done it before, I could do it now. But just my luck I don't have the supplies.

I went back into the kitchen, slightly tripping over my feet. I tried to call Sienna but she didn't answer. Sitting on the kitchen floor with my hand wrapped in a towel and a glass of wine in the other, I wondered again, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Then my phone went off. I put down my wine glass and grabbed it. It was Nate. I'm not surprised he got my number, it's on business cards that sit all around the office. He wrote "hey it's Nate, just checking in to make sure you got home alright" I smiled. This guy seriously cares about me and I love it. Well I guess he is my only option right now and I'm pretty desperate.

I wrote back "Can you come pick me up?"

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I just need a favour." I said and then I messaged him my address.

After a little while, and many kitchen towels later, which was my lame attempt to stop the bleeding, there was a knock at my door. I slowly got up, feeling light headed. I opened the door and Nate's eyes widened. He rushed over to me grabbing my hand to examine it.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He asked with serious concern laced in his voice.

"I'll explain later. I just need you to take me to get stitches." I said.

He quickly stood by my side and held me close to him guiding me to the elevator then to his car. I sat in the car struggling to keep my eyes open. It was a mix between exhaustion and blood loss. We sat in silence, but he must have a million questions.

Nate brought me into the hospital and stayed the whole time. He never looked tired, he just had a face filled with concern. After they stitched me up, I was good to go.

We got back into his car, it was about 4 in the morning now. I don't feel safe to go back to my apartment right now. I continuously tried to call Sienna but I knew there was no hope, she was definitely sleeping. Nate looked over at me when he reached my apartment and asked "is everything ok?"

I looked up with my tired eyes and said "it will be." I took a deep breath and said "I owe you one, thank you."

He looked at me with a blank expression and said "you don't owe me anything, just an explanation."

"I'll explain it all later, just not now." I was just tired and I didn't want to put on a brave face anymore. I needed some rest and I needed time to understand what Brad was talking about.

He looked at me with his bright blue eyes saying "I'll be waiting."

With that I got out of the car and headed for my apartment. I didn't want to stay here but I wasn't gonna ask Nate for another favour. I'll just take my chances on this one.