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warnings: mentions of alcohol, abuse, smoking, cheating.
y/n's pov
it was 4 in the morning and I was waiting for my fiance timothée from 6 o'clock last night.
a friend of his was having his 26th birthday party and he had been invited. it was a pity, however, that he had not returned home. I couldn't sleep. I was afraid for him.
the only photo of timothée I found from the party was posted on his friend's profile. he drunk with a cigarette in his mouth leaning with the crotch of his pants on the back of this red car. sweaty and with all stained pants, obviously alcohol. he was a guy who used to drink. he is rich. you can't blame him. when we are together I try not to get him drunk.
the keys turned and the door opened. and there he is. trying to be quiet, sneaking. he thought I was sleeping. innocent.
"how was the party?" I asked out of the blue. "omg y/n! you scared me!" he yelled. he still had an unlit cigarette between his lips.
"do you smoke now? good" I said crossing my arms over my chest.
"I tried and it's not bad. you know you're really sexy y/n. I thought about you when I saw that girl tonight." he was still a little drunk... you could tell.
"a girl?" I asked
"yes, she was a poledancer. she moved really well, and she was wearing this beautiful pair of shorts that barely covered her butt checks." he said with a grin in his face.
"you said it was a night with the boys, you didn't tell me about half-naked girls dancing on you." I said irritably.
"no y/n. you didn't understand. they didn't dance on us, on a pole. they are poledancers. but you could have called my dick pole for sure because it was hard like that!" he said to burst into laughter.
I couldn't believe what he had just said.
"out." I said
he shed some tears of joy and stopped.
"what?" he said.
"out. now." I said in anger.
"you can't kick me out of OUR house." he said clearly spelling the word 'our'.
I opened the phone, handed it to him and showed him the photo. the tears in my eyes were not long in coming.
"were you drunk timmy? again?" "no! I wasn't!" "then how do you explain this photo!?"
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I asked screaming with the little breath that was left in my throat.
he looked at the photo, then at me, then at the photo, and again at me.
I don't care if he smokes, I'm so afraid of alcohol because my dad was an alcoholic and he did bad things to my mom, and I don't want to live the life my mom did.
"y/n, I can explain to you." "what and how much did you drink?" "y/n-" "WHAT AND HOW MUCH DID YOU DRINK TIMOTHÉE! ANSWER ME FUCK!" "some champagne, beer and ..." "and what?" "whisky"
I began to step back and breathe heavily. probably it was almost a panic attack.
"no y/n, don't go away. I'm sober now! I'm fine!" he said.
I kept backing up to a wall, which blocked me. my back was leaning against it. "did you have sex with the girls who were present?" I asked without looking him in the face. I was disgusted by him.
"y/n what?" "timothée I know you understand the question. answer." I said emotionless.
"no. no y/n. I was drunk, yes. but I would never cheat on you with another one." he said calmly.
there were moments of infinite silence. he tried to get closer and I walked away.
"it's over." I said after the silence. "what. no." he answered. "I said it's over. between you and me it's over." I said going towards the stairs.
"y/n, I'm not your father."
I stopped abruptly.
what he had said left me speechless.
"I don't drink every day. I don't hit you. I don't abuse you. I don't cheat on you. and I'm so sorry your father was so y/n, but I'm not him, I'm not like him." I turned to him.
he was looking at the wall where I was leaning before. the words came from his heart.
"I don't betray you and I will never betray you." he swallowed and turned to me.
"even in the middle of the night and drunk, I could recognize your lips and come back to you"
"I'll stop drinking. I'll stop going out. I'll do my best not to lose you, y/n."
I walked over to him and looked at him. he smelled of alcohol and sweat.
"I felt so bad when you were walking away from me. I don't want you to think I'm like your father."
"I do not think that."
"y/n, I'm truly sorry. I love you."
"I love you too."
he leened down for a kiss but I dodged.
"you taste like alcohol." I said.
"oh, sorry. I'm going to wash and change," he said looking down at his feet.
I smiled at him and he did the same.
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