Muse [h.s.]

22. freeing

🎵Getaway Car — Taylor Swift

Ella's POV

"Wait, you two aren't actually doing this are you?" Jax asks, biting his lip nervously as Lydia drives my car. "I thought you guys were just fucking around..."

I look back at him. He's seated in the backseat, his eyes frantic as I hurriedly give directions to Lydia from the passenger's seat. I have to bite my lip to suppress the laughter that's bubbling in me at the look on Jax's face.

The three of us just left my place, after going to the hardware store and getting an entirely new set of doorknobs and keys to change my locks ―well, Lydia and I needed Jax's help with that, since we would be totally clueless otherwise.

I didn't want that fucker to step foot anywhere near me ever again.

Lydia insisted that I at least get a restraining order against him, but I didn't want to go down to the precinct and explain the entire story or go over the details about how my apartment looked last night.

Jax and Lydia also brought me along to check out of their hotel before we went to the hardware store and we all got ready at my place — after we were doing what we planned, we were going on a little three hour roadtrip.

I'm finally feeling somewhat better, but I promised Lyds that if I felt really unsafe and panicked, I'd get a restraining order against Kyle immediately.

A lot of things were on my mind ― well, one thing specifically that Lydia mentioned is persisting in my mind ― but right now, I couldn't focus on what both my mind and my heart wanted to turn their attention to.

I couldn't focus on him because right now, we're on our way to Kyle's apartment complex.

For the record, I didn't actually mean it when I said I wanted to go thrash Kyle's apartment.

Of course I'm angry, so angry that I can feel the blood boiling in my veins whenever I think of that bold bastard breaking into my apartment.

Now that I'm sober and not hurt from the alcohol fueling my emotions last night, I was more pissed off rather than saddened.

I've had lots of time to think since I woke up this morning, and it's like I've gained more clarity as I've sobered up. I was out of that relationship with Kyle for a while; hell, I don't think I ever was entirely in it to begin with.

It only took him coming into town to help me realize that; last night was horrible — well, the part with Kyle and coming back home to my apartment.

This entire weekend was filled with so many twists and on-the-whim decisions, but...I don't regret anything at all.

So no, I'm not hurt at all over Kyle and I's breakup. I have the anger of a wild boar in a stampede, charging with all its might. Still, I don't want to stoop to his level.

I don't want to go thrash his apartment; I think I'm a bit better than that.

But, what I am going to do, is follow in my best friend's footsteps.

"He fucked with the wrong bitch, angry Ella is someone you don't want to mess with!" Lydia says from the driver's seat, driving down the freeway in the direction to Kyle's place. "It's only right she keys his piece of shit car, she'd be doing him a favor."