The 1975

Chapter Seventy-One || The return of Gemma Janes

*This chapter is dedicated to grungeoutside bc she is such a beautiful human being and her kind words are literally life*

Date: November 15th

Location: Manchester, UK

It had been a few days since George had left and guilt had washed over me. I didn't dare touch my phone, I left it on silent and only picked up to call Isis and let her know I was still breathing. I know Matty had called and if not called texted, I know Jamie left me angry messages, I know George called to apologize but I wasn't ready to face it all yet. I felt like such an idiot for doing what I did, I was so mad at Matty and I used George to retaliate and it was wrong and I hated myself.

It had gotten so bad, the guilt and sadness, that last night I had drank myself into a rage so extreme I was scared for myself. There was shattered glass around the house and my hand was cut up and it was just a mess. I had smoked so much weed I felt like my brain was fried, I even broke my favorite bong because I was so mad. I had cried so much last night my eyes were still puffy when I woke up, I hadn't washed my face yet so I still had smudged mascara along my bottom eyelash line. I was so mad at myself that I took the anger out on myself.

Today I would probably just go for a walk to clear my mind, I defiantly had to clean up. I was planning on heading to Michigan for a few days to be with Terrance and I didn't want to leave Matty and George's place looking like shit. The mess was so bad everything I looked at the living room I got mad at myself. Matty had broke me but I made the situation much worse and I retaliated in the worse way, I ruined my relationship and this gorgeous place all because I was mad.

After showering and changed into a stripped T-shirt dress and some ankle socks I started cleaning up. I wasn't really hungry, my appetite had died once George left. It was so bad, I was drinking and smoking so much and only eating like an apple for breakfast, I could literally feel my body on the verge of a breakdown and yet I couldn't find it in me to stop doing the things that I was doing. While I was sweeping up the broken glass the door bell rang.

"Coming" I called then rushed to the door. I dropped the broom once I realized who was standing in front of me.

"You look like hell" She said. Her blonde curly mane was in a bun and she had on these funky shades, just like her better half she had on all black but looks so flawless I felt the urge to throw up. It was Gemma Janes and she was standing here looking like a diamond while I looked like hell as she put it.

"Hi" I mumbled.

"Sorry to just show up but a little bird told me you were in town" she said. "Can I come in or not?"

"No" I said.

"Abigail" she sighed. "You obviously need to talk to someone and if not me than who? I know Matty better than you ever will"

"Please don't start" I barked.

"Don't get so defensive we both know it's the truth" she snapped. "Now are you going to let me in or not?"

"Sure" I huffed then let her in. If she got rude I would just slap the shit out of her, Matty wasn't here to tell me not to.

"What the hell happened here?" She asked as she put her purse down on the table.

"I wish I could remember" I snorted then sat on the floor. "The couch is covered in red wine so I would sit there"

She lightly chuckled then sat on the floor with me. "I heard what happened"

"Why am I not surprised" I smirked then grabbed a wine bottle I had left over from last night.

"It's not even noon yet" she said.