𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕.

𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯..

As much as I didn't want to be at work today, I was. It's only the third day of fall–making it Sunday.

When I got home Friday night, my father was home. Coincidence right? I was yelled at for 20 minutes. Made me feel even worse than I already was. That perfect night was shattered in ten seconds, that was enough to bear.

But coming home to that?

I'm not even ashamed of myself for all the new scars on my arms. I was asking for all this to happen to me. What happened with Adonis wasn't a big deal, but I treated it like that and ignored him. So he cheated on me.

If I wouldn't of went to the football game last night and stayed home, my relationship with my father wouldn't be even more damaged than it is now.

Sometimes I feel bad for my father though, he sleeps on the couch, eats dinner by himself, has no one to talk to. But then I remember nights like Friday that made me remember he put himself in that position.

Verbally abusing me and my mother and putting himself before his family.

I still haven't talked to my friends, I just feel alone.

I don't want to bring Aries down too Xaria is leaving him soon and he's going to be alone in that house for who knows how long.

So, instead of calling in sick, I was going to the front of the store for another cart of books to restock.

That's when the bell jingled at the door, I stood up forcing a smile on my face and turned around, "Hi, w-welcome to–" My mouth closed when I saw Adonis standing in front of me.

He wore a red hoodie with a flannel over it, jeans, and converse. His hands were stuffed in his pocket as he stared back at me.

"Hey Acura," He spoke.

"Hi.." I mumbled.

"Think you could take a break real fast so we can talk?" He walked towards the counter now.

It's coming.

"Y-yea let me go a-ask my boss." I found myself fumbling over my words.

He nodded as I made my way to the back, knocking slightly on the cracked door my boss yelled for me to come in.

"Wassup Acura?" He asked while I walked inside, sitting his book down.

"Can I t-take a fifteen-minute break?"

"Of course, go ahead. Sunday's are always slow anyway." He told me waving his hand in the air.

"T-thank you," I put a smile on my face walking back to the front.

In the middle of the aisle, I stopped for a second preparing myself for what was about to happen. I let out a shaky breath.

Forcing one foot in front of the other I took my apron off, laying it on top of the cart, and followed him outside.

"Here let's go for a walk." He nodded to the sidewalk and I followed beside him in silence.

Once we got a good distance from the book store he began speaking, "That day, when you left me in the classroom and said you wouldn't forgive me. It felt like the end of us to me. You didn't seem to care about my apology or my efforts."

"Mm." I hummed low enough only for me to hear.

He's victimizing himself. I knew this was all going to be my fault.

"I didn't go to class for the rest of the day. I went to a party with the guys to blow off some steam, I was drunk and-"

I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.