It's Always Been Godfrey ||ROMAN GODFREY||

Sleepover -19

The next morning I walk into the kitchen to get a drink, I barely slept last night from thinking about what happened yesterday. I don't wanna see him, I don't wanna speak to him, I don't even wanna hear his smug voice.

But of course, that is literally impossible.

I turn the corner to get to the alcohol cabinet to see... Him. Fuck no. Well this ruins all of my plans to stay drunk all day I think to myself as I spin back around with no hesitation to walk away out of the kitchen. Although I get stopped in my tracks as I get pulled by a strong force from around my upper arm. I get spun around landing in a hard chest.

I groan as I look up at Roman, I frown as he for some reason looks confused.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He asks lowly.
"Fuck off Roman." I go to turn around to walk away but he pulls me back again.
"Ali, why are you avoiding me?" He repeats himself, tears swell in my eyes so I look down not letting him see me like this.
"Cuz you're a dick," I murmur with attitude.
"And why is that?" Roman lets out an annoyed sigh. I mutter something quietly as a tear falls to the floor so I soak the water from my eyes with my purple cardigan.

"Speak up, I can't hear you," He says letting go of my arm slowly.
"Because you used that stupid excuse and proposed," I whisper tilting my head up slightly to look at him through my eyebrows.
"And? What's wrong with that," Roman replies as if he has no idea why I said that. I tilt my head up straight and face his looking into his eyes furiously.
"You dick." I quietly mutter just clear enough for him to understand what I just said.

I storm off with tears rolling down my cheeks then lay on my bed curling into a ball. I hide my face in my knees letting my tears out, I silently cry until my stomach hurts.

My phone buzzes indicating I've received a text, a know it's a text and not just an unneeded notification because it buzzes differently. I lift my head up from my knees and look in front of me at my phone then rub my now probably red eyes. I pick up my phone to see a text from Jasmine.

From Jasmine 💜:
Hey girllll I was wondering if u wanna stay at mine for the night, my mom just made a shit ton of spaghetti nd meatballs nd ik u love that xx

To Jasmine 💜:
Hey Jas, sure I'll be there at abt 5 is that okay? X

From Jasmine 💜:
Ofc bæ xx

To Jasmine 💜:
Ight cya later luv ya xx

I put my phone down without waiting for a response knowing that this is my one chance to get away from Roman. I look at my alarm on my nightstand which is on the left of my bed 4:25pm. That means I have 45 minutes to shower this depression caused by a man that is not my own off my mother betraying body. And of course the other things like packing, brushing my teeth, getting dressed... You know how it goes.

After 40 minutes I'm ready, hair washed and dried, smelling nice with my Jimmy Choo, with my unusually big handbag full of necessities. I have ripped blue shorts with a grey Nirvana crop top and my purse is slung over my shoulder by a silver chain.

I walk out of my room all ready then up the hall to my mom's room, I knock then open the door and poke my head in.
"I'm gonna stay the night at Jasmine's house, love you," I say smiling.
"Bye darling, have a nice time, love you," She replies as I shut the door softly since she's clearly really tired.

I open the front door slightly but then it gets slammed shut, I turn around to a confused-looking Roman.
"Where are you going?" He asks blankly.
"Out, away from you. Now fuck off," I reply turning around and pulling the door while his hand is still pressing on it so I don't succeed.
"Why?" He says now frowning and looking down at me.
"Let go of this damn door before I shout up to my mom." When I say that Roman slowly takes his hand off the door allowing me to walk out, when I shut the door I see him looking angry with his arms crossed.