Meriliya Sanchez (Ongoing Editing)

Chapter 43

I unlock the door of the apartment to find it empty. But it was a mess. Clothes everywhere and takeout food boxes covered the table and the bedroom was also almost the same. Coffee mug on the dresser. Clothes scattered on the floor and the bed wasn't set. I dial Edward's number just to be invited with his voicemail. Is he really avoiding me or something? I call him again and he doesn't answer. I groan and toss my phone on the bed. I sit on the bed and my eyes catch the small photo frame with a picture of both of us in the dresser. 

For the next two hours I spent it by getting the apartment in order because I was getting annoyed by the second by just looking at the mess everywhere. I did the laundry, both mine and his and put them out to dry and arranged the bedroom, the kitchen and swept the whole place until it was spotless. I took a shower later and changed into comfortable clothes for the night. 

I made up my mind when Edward walks through that door that I'm going to forgive him and call off the one week break just so I could spend more time with him and make him happy by doing things the way he wants as always. I want him to be happy even if I don't get to do things I want to do. 

I think of making dinner for both of us since he hasn't come home and it's already past seven. Did he get caught up with the boys? I don't want to think of another reason to ponder over because I just don't want to believe it until I hear from him. 

While the pasta was being cooked my phone started ringing from the counter. I walked to it and saw that it was Carlous calling. I swiped 'answer' and held the phone to my ear. 

"Hello?" 

"Liya? Are you home?" He asked, his voice rushed. It was very loud in the background. 

"Yeah. Is Eddie with you?" I ask, desperately wanting to hear a 'yes'. "Carls? You there?" I ask after a short silence. 

"Yes it's just that I just saw Edward and….gosh! I'm so sorry Liya." He says, sighing. 

"What's going on? Is Eddie ok?" 

"Yeah he's fine. It's just that he's with-"

"With who?" I ask impatiently. 

"Darcie." Darcie. I don't know what my mind was doing and I prayed that it wasn't true but it was. He's with her and I'm here alone in our apartment. 

"Are you sure it's him?" My voice was so low all of a sudden. 

"I'm sorry, Liya. He's been hanging out with her quite a lot this week-"

"Stop. Just please stop." I begged him, not being able to hear more.

"I'll get him to come home." He says and I nod, not finding the words to speak. 

"Do you want me to come?" My voice squeaks. 

"I wouldn't want you to love. I'll drive him home" he says and I mumble 'okay' and hang up. 

I am really stupid for thinking for a moment that things will get back to how it was. One thing I'm so unsure of is why am I even trying knowing that he doesn't even care? I really have to start listening to my opinions without just being controlled by my surroundings.

I find myself going about things to say to him when he walks through that door but I can't get myself to. I want to shout and scream at him, like he does to me but we all know that I don't even if I want to. 

Just when I think of something I hear the door open and Edward stumbles inside. I don't see Carlous around so I assume he left. 

"What are you..doing here?" He slurs while walking into the living room after removing his shoes pushing them behind the door. I don't answer him but watch him walk to the kitchen and open one of the cabinets pulling out a bottle of scotch. I didn't even know that was there. He takes a swig and I just watch him in shock. "Are you just going to stand there watching me?" He snaps and takes another swig of the bottle of scotch. 

"If I have to, yes" I answer. He stumbles, knocking on the counter and drops the bottle on the floor. I rush to him and get him out of the kitchen. I make him sit on the couch and go back to the kitchen to clean the mess. Just as I collect the broken glass from the floor and throw it in the garbage and when I turn around  he appears in front of me scaring me. He grabs another bottle coolly and cracks open the lid. 

"Don't you think you've had enough?" I ask him. 

"What's your problem?" He snaps. 

"My problem is you're drinking way too much when you've probably drank way more at the club" he tenses. "Plus since when do you spend your time drinking at clubs?" The words slip out without me being able to process them. 

"Why do you care?" Is he serious?

"Because I don't like you drinking-"

"Well, get used to it bitch" he spits and I gasp. "Let me guess, you're about to cry and call your sweet best friend, Mitchell" he says dryly. 

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting as if you've not done anything wrong?" I ask him. 

"Why do you always have so many questions?" He says, ignoring everything I just said. 

"Because! Because it's like I don't even exist! You spend your time with another girl that isn't me. You talk to me like I'm some piece of shit. You do things that hurt me over and over again. You don't make time for me or even answer your damn phone! You say you want to get back but uoure not even trying to make amends." I want after my mini speech. 

"I'm sorry" he says almost inaudibly but I hear him. I walk to him and just wrap my arms around him. When I pull away he unexpectedly presses his lips on mine and his hands snakes around to my waist lifting me up. I'm not sure whether to be shocked at how fast that happened or how my body is responding to his sudden movements. Maybe both? 

He walks us to the room and lays me on the bed. He continues to kiss me with a little more force than before holding himself up above me with his hands. He starts trailing kisses down to my neck and on one spot just below my earlobe which drove me crazy. His lips meet mine again and I sigh in relief when he doesn't put a lot of force. 

"God, don't look at me like that" his voice has gotten a lot deeper than it was a few seconds ago. 

"Like what?" I ask him cluelessly. 

"Like that. It makes me want to-" I press my index finger on his lips stopping him. 

"You know how I feel about that." I tell him and he sighs. I can never imagine myself having intimate experiences even with my own boyfriend considering the past events that happened a few years ago. It's like something pulls at me from inside whenever me and Edward try to go there making me stop him. Yes, we've had a couple of heated making out sessions but it's just that. I've never let it go further than that because my mind goes back to all those haunting memories with my mum where she used to do unexplainable things to me. 

Edward gets up and walks out of the room without saying anything and I sit up feeling bad. He comes in a few minutes later with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I look the other way when he changes and he just falls flat on the bed. I sigh and lay down facing the other side and force myself to fall asleep.