Prologue

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* 2 years ago -  Harry *

"Well fuck off then!" Her blue, sparkly eyes were full of anger. She couldn't even look at me. After what she did it was better that way. I clenched my teeth. She could not be serious right now.

"Yeah you bet! I never wanna see you again. You're a fucking whore." Normally I'd never talk to a woman like that. But she. She destroyed everything. Destroyed me. How could she do this to me? I trusted her. I loved her. I still might.

I took a box with my stuff from her bed and stormed out the door. I didn't want to be near her one second more than I had to.

As I reached my apartment I shut the door and threw the box in a corner, followed by my shoes and jacket. Fuck! I didn't know how to handle my emotions. My anger. My pain. I was overwhelmed. After a while I got up and went to the fridge. I don't want to feel these emotions anymore. This pain. I don't want to feel anything. I took the bottle of scotch, poured myself a glass and took a sip. My throat started burning. A good feeling. Way better than the pain in my chest. I poured myself another one. And another one. Until there was nothing left of my heartache.

At that time I hadn't known this wouldn't be the last time I drank as much. But what I knew was that I'd never trust another woman again.

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