Brooklynn Delacruz, a 21-year-old girl who has been together with Sem Fisher since high school. They were known as the perfect ''Highschool sweethearts'' and as much as they hate to admit it, or at least Brooklynn, they were right.
Until young adul...
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I was very well aware of what happened last night; you can probably say that I'm a pretty good actor. I knew what I was doing. I hit her once again. The problem is that I don't even know what I'm supposed to feel if I'm even supposed to feel anything. I can't say I'm a really aggressive person. Sometimes it just happens... Lately, Brooklynn gets on my nerves a lot. And with a lot, I mean, every time I see her stupid face, I just want to ruin it. I want to fucking punch it.
Still, I felt some warm feeling when I found out that my arm was around her waist. I felt.. complete. It felt absolutely weird, which is probably the reason why I walked away. Leading me to this. In the bathroom, with my hands locked on the sink.
My head is pounding, my hair is all messy, and my eyebags are fully shown. I look like an absolute mess; I just don't care. I waved my hands in front of the automatic water tap and placed my hands underneath it, cupping it. I let some water fall in my cupped hands before throwing some water on my face and repeated it a couple of times before grabbing a towel to move it across my face. Maybe I should really calm down with the amount of alcohol I most daily drink.
I squat to be met with the cabinet height and grab a strip of painkillers. I open it and take two of the medium pills, throw them into my mouth, and swallow them not long after. Hangovers fucking hurt.
A lot was going on in the bedroom, I could tell by the amount of rumbling and footsteps there constantly could be heard. The sounds of the closet door closing and opening and the sound of something being thrown on the bed sheets. What the hell was she doing? I decided to let it slide and walked over to the bathtub, only to put it on at the highest temperature possible.
And then finally, after several long minutes, the bathtub was almost fully covered in water. I made my way in slowly, letting my skin now get used to the heat. Which was now almost burning hot. I could stay there for hours, and still not get bored. But I knew I couldn't, mainly because I wanted to know what Brooke's doing, and partly because I've got more things to do; it's impossible to stay in there for hours.
I don't know how long I'm laying in here, but I just can't seem to relax. The sounds had calmed to the point you could only hear some footsteps. But those footsteps fade with a slam of the door. The bedroom door.
Which made me roll my eyes. I'm in here only for a couple of minutes but already got the need to get out again. I pull myself up, almost falling from the slippery ground, and get out. I open the pit causing the water to disappear slowly while my hands get ahold of the first towel that could be seen, and wrap it around my waist.
I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out hoping to see what was going on, but was met with nothing. The bedsheets were still the same, the closet door was closed and everything was the exact same as it was before.
Well, everything except Brooklynn. She wasn't in the room anymore. I walk towards the closet, leaving out a huge sigh before grabbing the first trousers and shirt I see.
