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Chapter 2: Drunk ain't always good

It's day after my fight with Ivo. When I came back home from my therapy, he wasn't home. The worst thoughts were fighting each other in my head. What if he's fucking some cheap stripper right now?

When I woke up the next day at 10am, he still wasn't home. I'm wondering what's got him so busy.

Right now, I'm sitting on our bed, reading a book and enjoying the moment. I think I deserve some rest. Good book and comfortable bed is all I need.

"I'm sorry, Victoria" Ivo walks in and sadly apologizes

"Where were you?" I ask roughly

"Just somewhere. It doesn't matter" he answers "I shouldn't have said those things. I love you" he says, clearly regretting

I just sigh and look away not knowing how to answer. I notice the universe's sadness behind the window. The sky is crying. I'm referring to rain. It's never bothered me though. I love when it rains. It's gloomy, but comforting in some way.

"You hurt me and I appreciate you apologizing, but I don't know what to think about it"

"Let's just forget about that, shall we?" he exclaims, trying to lighten up the mood "I solemnly promise, I will never hurt you again" he says, placing his hand on his heart

He climbs on the bed and gives me a long kiss which melts my mind.

I probably shouldn't forgive him, because some things just should not be forgiven, but I'm attached to him. Damn, I love the man. We've been together for few years. I can't imagine not having him in my life now.

One the other hand, I wonder what would it be like...

He grabs my face with his soft, big hands and starts placing the kisses lower and lower, going down to my neck. He gently grabs a piece of my shirt wanting to take it off.

"Baby, I'm not it the mood today. I'm sorry" I interrupt, trying to push away his hand

He stops, sighing then he walks out of the room.

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It's been 2 days since our argument. The atmosphere's really awful. Everything's so fucking complicated. One day, we can talk normally, kiss and just be a couple. The next day, we don't talk, ignore each other like we have no clue, we exist together.

Today I have my therapy appointment again. I have it 3 times a week. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Yeah I guess I'm THAT mental ill. It's not even like I wanted it. My friends and Ivo (when he was still loyal and sweet) signed me up for it. Mostly my friends would always tell me that I'm really fucking sick and they're worried about me.

I mean, shit! I did try to kill myself few months ago, but I failed and I'm alive, am I not?

It's my best friend - Sage who actually saved me. She bursted into my apartment and made it on time to grab my wrist when I was about to jump. 'Til this moment I'm wondering if I should be thanking her or yelling at her for what she's done. Unfortunately, she had to leave the city about a month after I tried to off myself.

We've know each other since we were teenagers. We met in high school. She was the freak and I was the rich bitch who no one liked. It's a comforting thought that I wasn't alone. It's been two of us who nobody liked then. We've always had the craziest ideas. Once, we almost set the school on fire. Big thanks to our close friend - Mike who has some brain cells left in himself. Maybe it was because he was older? I don't know.

We're actually going to Mike's birthday party tomorrow. By we, I mean me and Ivo...

Mike never knew about me and my boyfriend being a little apart lately. That's why he invited us both. I mean, of course he did. It'd be rude if he didn't.