Subterranean | H.S.

S39

Persephone's pov

I replay the events in my head over and over again. I think about the words that he spoke and the words that I said. Was it really necessary? Maybe he was just trying to help me, comfort me and I did him so dirty. But the way he reacted was too quiet and it made me think. 

I don't know how I will tell Jack or even if I want to do it. Our relationship is already almost over and I don't know if any words are going to make any change. Every day since he made me quit the job I've been coming closer to a realization that this is not what I want, not the person that I want, and now how I want to spend the rest of my life. Maybe telling him the truth will be our final line, but I don't want him to give us another chance. Maybe Harry was right about it and I should leave him. I don't want the end of the relationship to turn us into enemies or strangers. I think Jack would be better as a friend for me. 

But what about Harry? Was he saying that I should leave Jack for him? I can't imagine that. We barely know each other and I do things I would normally never do, but I have no control over my body or my mind. I've completely lost myself and need someone to guide me for a hot minute and show me the right path. 

But right now I'm completely alone and there's no one I can talk to. Everything's fucked up and it's getting progressively worse, until now. Now it's the worst it has ever been. Maybe it's me? Maybe I'm the problem, the cause of all the fights. I'm the one that's behind all of this.

''Seph?'' A voice wakes me and I look to the left to notice Riley standing next to me. 

''Oh, hey. Sorry I didn't see you.'' I shake my head, laughing nervously and coming back to reality. How long has she been standing here? How long has she been talking to me? 

I look at my hands and realize that I'm pouring beer into a glass and it's spilling all over the place. I turn the machine off by taking the full glass away placing it on the bar counter and handing it to a customer. 

My hand is wet from the alcohol and I wash it. 

Wait, Riley just spoke to me?

I turn to look at her and she's standing right next to me, observing me with a worried look on her face. I narrow my brows at her expression and she furrows hers. I guess we're both confused. 

I don't know what to say to her. There're so many things I want to tell her, but nothing seems right to be the first one. We haven't talked in such a long time. We used to talk every day. What happened to us?

''I'm not going to ask you if you're okay, cause I can see that you're not.'' She begins, holding her hips. ''So I'm going to ask you what's going on.'' She continues. ''What's going on Seph?'' 

I open my mouth to speak to her, but we hear a glass breaking and we both flinch. She grabs my arm and pulls me to follow her. We walk to the employee-only space behind the bar. It's quiet and safer behind the door. 

We stop in the middle of the space, only the two of us here. She lets go of my arm, but I wish she would hold me for a little more.

''What's going on?'' She asks calmly. ''You come back here after the whole scene that Jack did here and tell Jade that you're quitting. The first time I heard it I knew it all Persephone.'' We look into eyes of each other. She stands straight, confident in her words. Meanwhile, my legs are closed and I play with my fingers, nervous. ''I fucking knew that sick fuck made you do it. My Seph would never do that.'' She points her fingers to her chest and I take a deep breath. ''And we decided we were not going to do anything about it. Because I came to you and I told you about it and you weren't listening to me.'' I hear her voice break, but she's not crying. ''Me, your best friend. I came to you and you weren't listening to what I was saying.'' She sniffs. ''You told me that I was jealous.'' She laughs at her words. ''Jealous? Of being abused? I was trying to protect you, but you- you never listen.''