Endless Addiction | Completed

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Analia Rayne ||

My foot shakes up and down as I wait for my turn.

I want to see him. I need to see him right now.

I stand up from the couch pacing back and forth. What if he doesn't want to see me? My hair is basically a mess now from how many times I've played with it.

I sit down and my legs continue shaking up. I put pressure on my legs to stop them. Elijah walks in and I shoot up for my turn. But instead, Apollo stands up and goes.

Everyone has gone to see him except me.

I've asked almost everyone to see if he wanted to see me. No one has come back with a reply for me.

I'm not on good terms with Apollo or bad terms. It's awkward terms.

I see Gio from the corner of my eye walking over to me sitting down. "How are you feeling?" he asks me.

"Amazing," I say sarcastically.

"Yeah, cause I would feel amazing if my boyfriend got stabbed. Actually, my boyfriend did. Sorry, our boyfriend." I chuckle at him trying to make me laugh, which worked.

"Thanks," I thank him for the laugh. He nods his head in accomplishment.

"I'm going next. Do you want me to ask if he wants to see you?"

I want to say yes. I want to scream it out and jump up and down but I can't. Because what if he doesn't want to? What if he says no to seeing me and it breaks me more? But again I don't blame him for not wanting to see me. We didn't end on good terms and I don't even know if he remembers the last thing he said to me.

But if I don't take this chance now, I won't ever know.

"Yes, please." Gio nods his head. "Thanks, again."

"Any time, princess."

He stands up from the couch as Apollo walks back in. He pats Gio on the back as he comes and replaces Gio's spot next to me.

I see from the corner of my eye him fidgeting with his hands. "I-I'm-fuck. Get it together, Apollo."

A snort slips itself from me and I cover my mouth. "I'm so sorry."

He laughs. Apollo laughed. At something I did. The world must be ending.

"It's fine. I just wanted to tell you that I am truly sorry for everything. For today and especially the night on new year's eve. I was out of line and I just now realized it. I tend to let my anger get to me. I never really told you why I went crazy on you that night, didn't I?"

I shake my head. He sighs before leaning back. His hands are behind his head as he stares up.

"I have an older brother. Only by a year. But a year makes a huge difference. Especially when I'm nothing like that. That's why my parents had us so close. Because they wanted a star child just like him. But I was the complete opposite of that. Of him. That upset them. My brother was the golden child. He played for the football team, straight A's, brought home the prettiest girls, was just perfect. Me." He blows out air.