Infinity - one direction
---------------------------------------------------My blood was boiling. It was chilling outside but I was red with anger. Who does he think he is? Queen of England!
"What are you doing here?" I snapped at him.
He didn't reply. He just bent in front of me and picked up something. Is he picking up a pebble to hit me? No probably not .
"Here." He handed me my phone. I didn't even realise when my phone slipped out of my hand.
"Stevie! Stevie?" I heard my mom calling from other end of the phone. I snatched it from his hand and said, " I'll call you later mom." Without waiting for her to reply I hung up.
"Stevie how are you?" He moved closer to me and tried touching my cheeks. I slapped his hand away and his hand hit the car window. He flinched a little but didn't say anything. Well good. He has no right to say anything, especially after what he did.
"Stevie, your arm is bleeding." He says pointing towards the injured area. I got that injury few weeks back. " Let me check if the stitches opened again." He tried to hold my arm but I stepped back. I can't belive this man. How can he do that? Pretend like nothing ever happened.
"Stay away from me Eric!"
I snapped at him. "Don't you dare come close to me."
He was silent again. Ughh!
"What do you want now?" I demanded."Stevie, your arm is bleeding bad. We should clean that up. It might get infectious." He said with pleading eyes. As if he really cares about me. Bullshit.
"Cut the crap Eric. Why are you here? You sure didn't come to check up on me coz you don't care about anything but you." I snorted.
" I'm here to apologise." He replied hanging his head low.
"Apology my foot. You don't deserve that." Storm was forming inside me. Tears were just one blink away."Stevie listen to me-" I didn't let him finish and slapped him right across his face. With that I ran inside my car and took off without glancing back.
Those were not tears sliding down my cheeks, it was pain, sorrow and memories. I grabbed a tissue and wiped them, but they won't stop. My arm was also throbbing. I don't exactly know why I was crying. Was it what he did to me or just seeing him which brought back all the memories. I don't know.
I parked my car in the garage and tested my head on the steering wheel. Why did this happen to me? Why did I see him again? Why does he have to take away my peace? He ruined holidays for me. Not that it was any better but still. I was trying to get over him. My hand was still throbbing. Wiping my tears, I picked up the grocery from the back seat and rushed towards the house. Throwing them on the couch, I ran to the restroom. I turned on the shower and let the water soothe my skin. It always helps me clear my mind.
After almost 20 mins, I came out. It was already 2 in the afternoon. I looked around my room, it was mess. Sighing to myself, I started cleaning up. It took me almost an hour to clean the whole house. I was in no mood to celebrate Christmas this year. I didn't even have a Christmas tree to begin with. Not that I never bought one. Ofcourse I had one, and all the fairy lights and other decoration stuffs. But I threw it all away after the ' incident'.
I went to the kitchen and stared making spaghetti. I was half way through when the door bell rang.
Urghh who is it now? I thought to myself.I walked towards the front door and opened it. And guess who it was. Eric again.
Why the hell does he keep showing up? Why can't he just leave me alone for once?
But wait something was not right. He was panting heavily, leaning against the door frame. And there was something red in his jacket. Is that bloo- ... Oh my god!! He's bleeding.---------------------×××××----------------------
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