Otto's pov:
I wrapped my arms around my torso as though I was trying to keep my insides intact.
Every single part of me hurt. I balled my hands into fists and rubbed at my eyes, creating specks of red and green that appeared like bubbles in the darkness behind my eyelids.
Fuck him, I thought. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
I could feel myself start to cry. I let out an involuntary whimper, pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my forehead on them and felt my whole body shake as a sob escaped my lips.
My chest burned with anger.
"Fuck Geoff," I whispered to myself.
I took a deep breath before loudly shouting, "I DON'T. I DON'T, I DON'T, I DON'T I DON-" my words quickly erupted into another sob.
"I take it back," I said through a shaky breath. "I don't want to marry him I fucking hate his guts I can't-" I broke down again, my body rocking back and forth.
"I can't," I mumbled.
.....
*an hour earlier*
"Geoff! I'm homeeee," I called, setting down the shopping bags I was holding onto the kitchen counter. "They didn't have the pretzels that you like. I checked with Zakk, he said they were completely out of stock in the back too." I continued talking, assuming that Geoff could hear me from wherever he was in the apartment.
"Buuuuuut," I said happily. "I drove a little out of my way and picked us up some ice cream! I got you your favorite!" I stuck two spoons into the gallon of chocolate ice cream I'd bought.
"Geoff?" I asked, taking the ice cream with me as I headed to the bedroom. "Where are you?"
I approached the door, knocking gently in case he was asleep. He'd been awake when I'd left but I knew that sometimes he would take naps in the afternoons.
"Hellooooo," I said softly. "Anyone home?"
I heard some shuffling behind the door, and a deep voice that definitely wasn't Geoff's distinctly said, "Oh shit is that Otto?"
I felt my blood run cold as I twisted the door handle, not bothering to knock again.
I first laid eyes on Geoff, he had the bed sheets pulled up to his chin, his eyes were wide with guilt and possibly a little bit of fear.
Good, I thought. He should be scared.
I next saw a man with long blond hair. He was shirtless, and was in the middle of trying to slip a pair of black skinny jeans on over his boxers.
I felt the tub of ice cream slip out of my hands, but I didn't react. I heard the clatter of the spoons hitting the ground, but the noise seemed almost quiet compared to the thoughts that filled my head.
The blond haired man didn't even try to put his shoes on, he picked them up and hurriedly approached me in the door frame, trying his best to squeeze past me, but I had no intentions of moving.
"Lucas," Geoff hissed.
The man- Lucas- backed away from the door, retreating into a corner of the room, nervously looking over at me.
I felt a burning hot anger deep in my chest, attempting to work it's way up to my throat. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here." I said to Lucas. "Now," I added.
I moved to the side so that he could leave, which he did. He ran hurriedly past me, and once I heard the front door slam I turned my attention back to Geoff.
"How-" but my voice caught in my throat, the anger I'd been feeling suddenly turning to helplessness.
"Otto," Geoff said softly. My name sounded disgusting coming out of his mouth. "I'm so sorry I was just..." he trailed off.
"Just what?" I asked, an edge to my voice. "Just too busy being a hypocrite to remember your fiancé."
He looked hurt by my words.
I felt a surge of pride at that. I wanted him to feel hurt. I wanted him to feel ten times as bad as I did.
"You," I said. "You deserve this." I laughed, but Geoff just looked frightened.
"No really," I said, my voice sounding angry once more. "You do. You really, really do. You deserve to get caught cheating with- sorry I meant fucking another man. You deserve to feel shitty and guilty and scared about it because you know what Geoff? I'm done. I'm done letting you manipulate me and make me feel like I'm the only one who fucks up around here."
Geoff looked up at me, his eyes wide.
"Get the fuck out of here," I laughed when I'd said it this time. It was a genuine laugh, one of satisfaction.
He did as instructed, he pulled the sheet up with him, wrapping it around his body and grabbing his clothes off from the floor.
He didn't speak to me as he made his way out of the room, and about two minutes later, just enough time for him to get dressed, I heard the front door open and close.
I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a mixture of emotions.
Wrapping my arms around my chest I sat there for a while.
All I could think about was the man I loved.
And it sure as hell wasn't Geoff.
