regret

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Six weeks had passed and you never left your bed, the feeling of emptiness ran through you every day since you broke up with your other half. You regret every day ever since, you felt disgusting, unlovable, broken and you didn't understand how you let it happen. Nothing hurt you more than not being able to sleep next to Eddie, not being able to wake up next to him, not being able to shower him with kisses as soon as he woke up. You missed Eddie.

You lay in your bed with the covers over your your head as Robin jumps on you, "Get the fuck up." Steve's voice booms which caused you to jump and cry even harder than you already were. You hear a loud smack followed by Steve groaning in pain. Robin grabbed the covers off of your head and held her breath, "Babe, I love you, but you smell like shit." Robin says as she pinched her nose.

"She's not lying, what crawled in your sheets and died?" Steve adds while wafting the scent away from his nose. You roll your eyes, grab your pillow and throw it at Steve. Steve groans and sits on your bed, "Val, you have got to get up and most important you need to get out of this funk, it's been well over a month already."

You sit up and are face to face with Steve, "I was a dick and lost the only person who has ever loved me for me." You confessed while picking at your fingers. Steve scrunches his nose, "Two things," He says while adjusting himself of your bed, "One, ouch, we all love and care for you!"

You raise you eyebrows, "What's the other thing?" You asked while crossing your arms. Steve covers his nose and mouth with his hand, "Two, brush your teeth, you smell like you ate ass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Steve gagged. Robin smacks her teeth and pushes Steve off of the bed forcefully, "You're such a dingus." Robin insults as she pulls you inter her arms and rubs your arm.

While Robin pulls you close, you start to feel like you're on the verge of collapsing again. The security in her arms is supposed to make you feel better, but instead, it makes you feel worse. The only person ever to make you feel better when they hold you was Eddie, and now you have no one. It's not long until you crumble and tears fall from your eyes. Robin squeezes you tighter and rocks you like a baby as you let more tears fall. Steve takes your hand and holds it. Both your best friends are trying their best to be your comfort but they know your comfort was the one person that brought out the best in you. Eddie.

God, why did everything always point back to him after what he did? Especially with that bitch? Why her of all people? Did you upset him so much with your talk with Billy that he had to get back at you in the worst possible way by being with Lisa Campbell? Yet, you were no better because you slept with Billy immediately after breaking up with Eddie. Both of you made mistakes, but it was too late now, so why are you still dwelling on it?

After realizing you can't dwell on the thought of Eddie again, you finally wipe away your tears as you get out of Robin's arms. She goes to say something, but Steve shakes his head for her to remain quiet because he knows this next part is up to you. You dig deep down within yourself to find the strength to get out of bed and bring back the warmth of yourself back, though it will take time since the person that brought it out is no longer there. You slowly put your feet on the floor and walk over to your dresser to get clothes for a shower because Robin and Steve are right. You seriously fucking stink. Steve and Robin share a look as they watch you start picking up the pieces of yourself again and smile.

When you walk into the bathroom, you lock the door and then look in the mirror. You're shiny bright eyes were puffy and dry from the month-long tears, but most of all, they were dim like an eclipse covered your irises. You shake your head and turn on the hot water. You peel the clothes off your body before stepping inside to welcome the heat, but you take your time in there. Not because you needed it, but because you wanted it. After the water turns cold, you finally decide to step out. You wipe away the steam with your hand and start getting yourself back together.

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