One Look - Sarah Paulson

part 22

Were you annoying her? Were you not enough for her? Maybe she believed she deserved better. Maybe you were such a fucking idiot, and she was never really into you. Was it your fault? What did you do? Questions like these were roaming around in that "brilliant" little mind of yours. I love overthinking, don't you?

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@officially_y/n: ya know tequila is *chefs kiss*

You were at your regular spot, drinking shot after shot. You did get a couple of looks from the bartender, but you were too drunk to care. You were a chatty drunk, but this time, you sat at the bar the whole time.

"Well look who it is," a very familiar voice said.

You looked up with your red eyes, and immediately your heart rate rose. "What the fuck are you doing here, Chris?"

"Aw, baby. Don't you remember? This was our spot." He started moving closer to you with a devilish smirk on his face.

"Don't call me that." You wiped your tears, gathering your stuff, and standing up.

"Why not? It was your favorite." He reached to touch your hand, but missed it due to you moving.

"Things have changed."

He scoffed. "I take that you and Sarah didn't work out."

You hearing her name made your heart ache. You just wanted her back. But, she hurt you. Not the other way around.

"No. We didn't. Now, if you'll excuse me," you drank your last shots of tequila. "I have someplace to be."

He grabbed your wrist tight. "As if. It's 11 PM, where the fuck are you going?"

"Exactly. I'm going home, you asshole."

"I don't think so. We're going home, sweetcakes." There it was. It may be a stupid, little name to others, but he knew you despised being called that. It was what your dad called you.

"You son of a bitch!" Your body moved on its own, and soon enough, you heard a few people gasping beside you. Chris held his nose, right where you hit him, and your hand hurt like a bitch.

"Motherfucker!" He moved his hands and revealed his bleeding nose. He grabbed you by the hair, beginning to drag you along the floor.

"Fuck! Chris, let me go! We've been broken up forever! You can't control me anymore!" The memories flooded back into your head while you were desperately trying to pull your hair out of Chris's hand.

Suddenly, you heard a huge thud next to you. It was Chris. Straight away, you scooted away from him, frightened that he was going to wake up. You looked up at who had helped you and it was her. Holding an empty bottle in her hands, with fear in her eyes.

woahhh two chapters in a day huh? anyways- good night guys this'll probably be my last chapter for about a week and half cuz I've decided that I'm going to work on the side story for a bit :)

she was really good at pretending. -ayva