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17 - flashback

-- 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗼𝗻𝗲 --

-- 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘃 --

I'd driven over here on autopilot, essentially. I didn't even remember making the decision to come to Meredith's, I just kind of ended up here. I could barely even see -- rage and tears blurred my vision. It was honestly a miracle that I'd even made it here without crashing. The night started out basically the complete opposite of how it was ending, and it was giving me whiplash.

I was supposed to be going to dinner with my girlfriend, Carly, tonight for our one-year anniversary. I was supposed to pick her up, but by the time I got to her place, she wasn't answering. She never answered the phone while she was getting ready, so it wasn't really that unusual, but we were already running late tonight so I decided to go up to her apartment. I found the door slightly cracked, and I was immediately concerned. She was the type to lock the door even when she was just taking the trash down, so it was highly unlikely that she had just accidentally left it cracked.

I was worried that she'd gotten robbed or murdered or something, so I opened the door and walked in slowly. Nothing was out of place and a wave of relief washed over me. That sense of relief went out the window the second I heard the noises. They were coming from her room, and I already knew what I was about to see. I could feel it in my bones and I felt my heart drop to the floor. 

I almost left right then, and if I could time travel, I would probably use those powers to physically drag myself out of her apartment that night -- it would've saved me a world of fucking trouble. But at the time, I knew that if I didn't see it with my own two eyes I would find a way to pretend it never happened and I'd end up forgiving her. I opened the door to her room and found pretty much exactly what I had expected to see: Carly fucking her stupid coworker. She just smiled at me and kept going like it was some little game to her. I realized the second she smiled at me that I was meant to walk in on it, that she had set the whole thing up. That realization only made me feel even stupider than I already did. 

Within minutes of leaving her place, she was hounding me with texts and calls and threatening to dox me if I dumped her or refused to pay her off. She was giving me three days to make up my mind, and I had no fucking clue what I was going to do. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. I had been so wrapped around her finger and so blinded by my feelings for her for so long, and I couldn't just cut those feelings off no matter how badly I'd just been burned.

"Midge, are you home right now?" I didn't even let her say hello before I asked. I was praying to pretty much every single deity I could think of, essentially begging the universe for Mer's apartment to be a Tyler-free zone right now. If he was there, I knew there'd be absolutely zero chance of talking to her. The fact that she even picked up gave me hope that he wasn't there. "If so, are you alone? Like, completely alone?"

"Yes to both of those questions..." I could tell she was concerned. I knew she could hear how upset I was in my voice, she always could. "Are you okay? What happened? Where are you right now, do you need me to come and pick you up? Wait, aren't you supposed to be at dinner with Carly? Is she okay? Did something happen?"

"Can you come let me in, please? I didn't know if Tyler or Lyla were here so I didn't want to barge in and then I realized I don't even have your key on me anyway. I'm sorry to show up here like this, I just didn't know what else to do or who else to come to," I asked, and I heard her shuffle around as she got up and headed to the door. I hung up as soon as I heard it. 

She swung the door open and I immediately collapsed into her arms like a fucking child. I felt pathetic, but I didn't even care anymore. I just needed her to tell me I was going to be okay. She was the only one I believed when they told me that. She held me for a minute like that before she walked us into the living room.