Slamming the door, I flopped down on my couch. I felt so many emotions trying to pull me apart. Anger, shame, sadness, jealousy....it felt like they were all fighting one another for dominance.
All I wanted to do was cry and crawl under the covers in bed, but couldn't seem to find the energy to move. It was like the war going on inside me took away every ounce of will I possessed.
Just when I was about to fall asleep right there on the couch, a knock sounded at the door. With a sigh, I hauled myself off the couch and opened the door, fully expecting my nosy next-door neighbor to be on the other side demanding to know what the door slamming was all about.
Instead, it was Striker.
"What the hell do you want?" My voice was flat.
Striker had the gall to look confused, "What's going on, darlin'?"
That seemed to snap me into reality. Gripping the door handle, I spat, "I don't know. Maybe it was the fact that I saw that whore pawing you in the bar!"
Something appeared to click in Striker's mind. Placing a hand on the door so I couldn't slam it shut in his face, he replied, "Are you going to keep yelling at me, or will you let me explain?"
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
