Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Phi what the fuck?! Get up!" I push her shoulder, her head lulls to the side groaning.

As I step foot into my apartment all I could see was my countertops coated in beer and wine bottles, chips scattered along my carpet and-

Bree and Ophelia.

I know Ophelia wouldn't pull some shit like this, littering all around my house, she knows how much I cannot stand mess. Especially in my own house. So I'm pretty sure that it was Bree's doing, did I tell you why I hate him? Bree and Ophelia were together all of high school, the typical lovey dovey couple that literally made you want to puke in your own mouth.

Everything was going fine between them until Bree got caught with a girl on campus, as you can imagine it was fucking mortifying for Ophelia. I had to pick up every piece that fell apart. Even when I had to pick up myself. Phi tried to help but she couldn't even help herself. It was gone, especially her confidence. Phi is one of the most confident girls I know, most certainly now.

Phi dumped him straight off the bat, we had a long discussion about it, before that Bree was one of the kindest guys you'd ever meet. Something changed in him that year though.

He started being snarky and cold to Phi making her feel bad about everything she did so when he quite literally ruined her, I knew she couldn't stand anymore. And for years she was fine, after graduation, getting into the agency, everything was perfect.

Until about a year ago, when Ophelia's name started to get spread around a bit more and she got alot more jobs than she'd gotten in the space of two years with the agency, Bree reached out to her.

Said he hadn't gotten over her since their breakup almost four years ago. Pathetic. I knew something was up there and then. Nobody comes back out of the blue without wanting something.

Maybe it was because she missed him, maybe it was because she'd gotten used to the control the agency had gotten over her life that she decided to retry everything they had.

All he ever does now is borrow from her, it's always "Lia can I borrow a few thousand", "I've got a work trip I need a few hundred"

She'd gotten so used to it, nothing even phased her anymore. She throws away her money like his life depends on it. I don't know if I'm the only one that noticed his frequent trips away but she just swears that there important for his job.

Either way I don't trust him and I don't think I ever will, he just seems so different to before, even when he turned cold then he's totally different now.

He sleeps beside the couch on the floor with my stolen duvet, Phi on the sofa with only a small knitted blanket to cover her. Dickhead.

"Phi wake up." I poke at her once more debating whether to shake her awake. When she doesn't wake up again I decide to just go back to sleep and speak to her when she's woken up although I don't like the idea of her not having any warmth.

I start to pace back into my bedroom, only stopping when I see Winnie nuzzling against my sweats. I crouch to the floor to pick her up.

"Hey little lady, how's them vocals today" she meows loudly at me, I put my forehead to hers kissing her little head.

Winnie was named after Amy Winehouse, well it started off as Winey but then it sounded like I only gave her wine on a daily so then it became Winnie. When I heard her loud meow for the first time I knew she had to be named after the legend herself. Little missy also knows how to put on a show when she's irritated.

I got her a few months ago when I had to move here from LA, it was lonely for a while being here all by myself seeing as Ophelia mainly lives in LA that's why I'm worried for her being with Bree.