𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇{mlm}

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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Bobby's P.O.V

I packed one last shirt before zipping my bag and heading outside the small,stuffy room that had been my 'home' for a year and a half. The stupid nurse that always smiled widely at me all the fucking time was the one who had been tasked with checking me out. Oh joy.

I felt like bashing her head in. That'd wipe her stupid smile off her stupid face. There was absolutely nothing funny about checking me out. "Good morning Bob." I glared. I was not Bob. She knew my fucking name. Fuck her. "What's so good about this morning?"I sneered.

Her smile dimmed. I felt nothing. She checked that everything was in order as fast as possible before letting a guard lead me outside.It felt good to breath in the fresh outside air once again.

I looked down at the old piece of junk that used to be my phone before I was locked in and sighed. It would have to do for now. I turned it on and found that the battery was at a mere 20%. Those dumbasses didn't think to charge it at all. Fools.

I sighed and tried to silence my thoughts. I was always so angry all the freaking time. I frustrated even myself. I'd been diagnosed with Explosive Personality Disorder after I sent my ex boyfriend to hospital with a broken nose and split lip.

I was not an abuser. The fucker cheated on me with some person and I -exploded I guess. I'd been cheated on before. I don't regret that I did it but if I could have been able to stop myself, I would've.

I was like a ticking time bomb they said. I had stupid pills to swallow three times a day and I had to attend stupid sessions for stupid reasons like monitoring my progress and evading disaster. I really didn't care about any of that. Which is why I threw the pills in the bin on my way out.

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I scrolled on my contacts and found that Alan was the only one listed on there. I was so pathetic. I went to my emergency contacts and found...Pressly?Fucking hell. I'd managed to cut him from my life completely and what,I still have his contact listed here? I'm such a loser.

Either way,I had two ex's to choose from.Both cheated on me.Both hurt me.Unfortunately,beggars can't be choosers. Fuck. I'd beaten and hurt one of them so I wasn't sure how exactly things would pan out if I chose to call him. Besides,he'd never visited me.

I deserved that,I think. For beating him up. Naah,not really.

I pressed on Pressly's number before I could think twice about it. It rang for quite a long while before it stopped. He didn't pick up. That stupid- I took a deep breath in and counted to ten. It had always worked. Even before I learnt I had E.P.D.

I decided to start walking away from the facility. I didn't want them to think I wanted to go back in there. I'd walked about three kilometers from the place when my phone rang. It was Pressly.

"Bobby?"He tentatively asked. I grunted in response. Still as slow as ever. He got the name right though. Hmm,this meant he hadn't deleted my number.I rolled my eyes ....Or he was being his usual weird self and had it in his memory.

I sighed. I do that a lot." Come pick me up. I'll send you my location." I hang up. There was no time for a heartfelt love dedication or reunion or whatever.

My legs were killing me.

He picks you up,drops you off in town and you cut him off for good. I told myself. I didn't need any more drama in my life. Twice was enough for me. I had never been a greedy person.