ROMY | 18+ ✔️

CHAPTER 21

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QOTD: Asking for help is strength.

ROMY:

I wake up with a killer headache as a consequence of all the crying . I threw a hand over my eyes to protect myself from the sunlight streaming into the room. I sigh as the headache only begins to grow. I twist and turn in my bed multiple times as I try to fall back asleep again.

I finally give up after fifteen minutes and reach for my phone as it starts vibrating at the same time. It was Marcus. I sighed as I waited for the phone to stop ringing. I finally unlocked it to see the multiple calls and missed texts from him.

MARCUS: Please pick up. Let's talk.

MARCUS: Please my love! I'm begging you.

MARCUS: Just let me hear your voice.

I brushed away the tears falling running down my cheeks and called Cassie. She picked up after 2 rings.

"Hey RoRo. I'm kinda in the middle of something important right now, I'll see you in the evening. Love you" She cut the call in my face before I could say goodbye.

A hysterical laugh bubbled out of me as I set my phone down. I was alone with thoughts and they were quickly taking me to a really dark place. I shake my head and wince at the pain and take a look around my room. It was so messed up. Last night's clothes, clothes from my closet, my skincare, everything was lying around either on the ground or on my vanity.

I srunched my face up. I did not like the disorder. My entire life could be in shambles but my space had to be clean. It felt like I couldn't physically think in a dirty space. I exhaled and carefully got out of the bed. I made my way to the bathroom and proceeded to wash my face and brush my teeth while trying not to look at the mess in my room.

Once I finally finish my morning routine, I come out and tie my hair up and out of my face. I begin picking up all my clothes off the floor and gathering them up. I decide to play random music while folding them back up and putting them back where they belong.

It took me a good hour to get it sorted. I step outside my room, feeling a lot better now that my room is in a state of order. I stepped out of my room after taking a shower, with a grumbling stomach.

I sigh and place a quick breakfast order as I walk into my kitchen to make myself some coffee. After pouring the coffee into a cup I moved into the living room and settled myself on the cosy couch.

I put on a random show while I sipped on my coffee with an alarming sense of normality. I was just waiting on the breakdown I knew I was going to have. The ringing of the bell snapped me out of my thoughts. I place the coffee on the table and open the door to see a messy, unkempt Marcus standing at my door. I gasp at his state. He looked downright miserable, dark circles under his eyes, his face his shirt had come out its tuck, all wrinkled, his hair looked like he pulled at it one too many times.

Tears rushed to my eyes as guilt and heartbreak swirled in my heart. I wiped away the stray tears that escaped my eyes. "What do you want, Marcus?" I sniff as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Can I come inside?" He rasped, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants. He refused to meet my eye and pointedly stared at the ground.

I huffed at my weakness and stepped aside to let him in. I got increasingly mad as he walked inside and sat himself on the couch. I was mad at the situation, myself, him and Anna. Just as I was about to close the door, the delivery of my breakfast came through. I thanked the delivery man and closed the door, walked directly into the kitchen, grabbed some cutlery and set it up on the table.