❝𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩.❞ I finally snap, this whole time I thought it was in my head but I was wrong. Everyone was right about him.
"You're not listening to me Brylan." He begs but I don't care for it. I d...
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Sitting on the ground outside a coffee shop. It doesn't open until seven and it's six in the morning. When I woke up at five Brylan was still asleep. In the thirty minutes I sat on the bed next to her, the events from, after I got home, last night, replayed in my head and I decided I didn't want to be there when she woke up.
I already feel shitty so I don't need to be asked any questions which will require me to verbalize how I feel. Especially not when I'm hungover. Frowning I rub my face in my hands. I'm still shocked I took my medication around her. Hiding it isn't my intention but I just don't like to talk about it.
When I was younger I got diagnosed with IED disorder. It was really bad when I was little and I would hurt people over the smallest things. My guilty conscience caught up to me in middle school when I broke a kids nose over something so minor that I can't even remember why. It backfired on me massively but it got so much better since then.
I wouldn't say it completely died since sometimes I'll react inappropriately like I did at the party. If I had just spoken to him like a normal person no one would've gotten hurt.
Now I've been ignoring my phone because I've been getting mixed messages from people. Some are praising me because Ethan's a jackass who deserved it. I agree. Whilst others are saying I overreacted and shouldn't have hurt him. I also agree.
A part of me just thought I was okay and I didn't need the stupid Fluoxetine. I'd convinced myself I was some sort of god of judgement in high-school because I'd only blow up on people who deserved it. It was never in my favor either. If someone hurt someone that I cared for then I assumed it was excused. So this was really a slap in the face because Ethan is Ethan. All he needed was a yelling or to be ignored and it would've done the job since he's not often told no.
Especially since he followed me because he wanted to apologize. The guy was trying to say sorry and that he messed up so I hit him? What the fuck? I can't even blame it on my morals at this point because there's nothing morally incorrect about apologizing for doing something wrong.
'Damon?' I look up to see Tessa climbing out of what I assume is her car. Frowning I look to the side. 'I was going to wait in the car until the store opened but you're here. I'm glad actually because I wanted to talk.'
Turning back to her I watch as she sits on the ground next to me. 'I'm sorry about that shitty party thing. Ethan saw me talking to you and asked me to do it, according to him you where cool with it so I thought it was fine. He said he's done it to you before but with another girl. Only after you swung at him did it occur to me that you had a girlfriend since you mentioned it. I felt so horrible afterward and even worse since I'm hungover as shit. Thought a coffee would help and it seems like you thought the same?'
Remembering how she looked at me when I took off my blindfold she seemed so confused. As if she was going to ask why I shoved her off me. I guess I didn't really pay much attention to it at the time. I was so fucking angry that I didn't care.
