Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Forty

  CARTER'S POV

*Knock Knock*

The sound at my door wakes me from my sleep.

What's going on?

What time is it?

*Knock Knock Knock*

I slowly try to open my swollen eyes.

Fuck my head hurts. I shouldn't have drank that much when I got home from Amelia's.

The sun is slinking in through the uncovered windows, illuminating my room and turning the walls a bright shade of orange and yellow. My eyes burn as they adjust to the light.

I glance at the alarm clock on my side table.

7:05am.

I'm far too hungover for Uni today.

*Knock Knock Knock*

  "WHAT!?", I bark to Ben who I already know is the person on the other side of the door.

  "Just wanted to see if you're okay bro", he calls through the door to me.

  I drag my body from my bed and make my way to the bedroom door. In a huff I slam down on the handle and fling it open, causing the door to fly back and smash into my dresser.

"What do you want?", I spit.

  "Just wanted to see if you were okay?", Ben asks, treading lightly.

A hint of satisfaction washes over me knowing he's walking on eggshells.

That's right, squirm fucker.

"You should fucking know!", I raise my voice at him. Hopeful that the rise in volume scares him a little. Instead it pierces my already hungover and pounding skull, ramping up the pain. My hand rubs my temple in an attempt to soothe it to no prevail.

"What happened?", Ben asks, "You weren't making sense last night when I got home, you were so drunk".

  I let out a huge sigh and turn to sit at the foot of my bed.

"Amelia! She broke up with me!", I bark. I'm pissed off but I'm running out of steam quickly as the pain that my alcohol induced sleep was suppressing creeps back into my chest.

"She fucked me in my car then...", I click my fingers imitating a quick snap, "Broke it off with me just like that!".

Ben doesn't looked surprised.

"I told her I loved her...", I can feel a lump forming in my throat.

  "What'd she say?", Ben asks as he takes a seat beside me. His tattooed knuckles clench at the black jeans he's wearing.

"She said she doesn't love me... actually she screamed it at me...".

   "Oh...", Ben begins, "Look bro I warned you... I told you she wasn't...", Ben continues to speak and I cut him off, the anger returning in full force.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! YOU DON'T EVEN REALLY KNOW HER DO YOU!?", I scream. Bringing myself to my feet as the rage floods back in and claws at my throat replacing the recent lump that had formed there.

"IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT SHE BROKE IT OFF! YOU TOLD HER SHE WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME! WHEN SHE IS FUCKING EVERYTHING!", a tear rolls down my face that I didn't know was forming.

"AND I KNOW SHE LOVES ME BACK BUT SHE'S AFRAID TO BECAUSE EVERYONE SHE'S EVER LOVED LEAVES OR HURTS HER!! AND WE WERE FINALLY GETTING SOMEWHERE UNTIL YOU COME ALONG AND FILL HER HEAD WITH BULLSHIT! YOU'RE MEANT TO BE HER FUCKING FRIEND!", tears are falling now, flooding my cheeks and I can't stop them. I'm not one to usually cry but I've also never felt heart break like this before.