Broken Rings

Chapter 16

Autumn POV:

Phones shouldn't have this much power or energy. If someone calls someone over and over again, then the phone should just explode at that point.

Those were my thoughts for the last couple of weeks, Matthew still is trying to get a hold of me, he texts me over a hundred times and calls at least forty times a day, if not more.

If I block his number, then he somehow calls and texts me through a new number, I don't know if he just uses another person's phone or he just changes his phone number, either way, he's still bothering me.

That has been the cycle for the past weeks, he blows up my phone, I block him, then he blows up my phone with a new number, I block that one as well, he then gets a new number.

To say that I'm tired is an understatement. I'm so fucking drained, my mental well being cannot handle the constant harassment.

He's trying to get his point across—that I have to eventually talk to him.

But that's not happening.

I guessing this whole thing is reflecting onto my face, I know I have big bag under my eyes from constantly waking up to someone calling and texting me, and I also haven't kept up with my skincare routine because I don't have the energy for it, so now my face is dull and lifeless.

I feel like a walking corpse.

The reason why I'm guessing is that Damian has been recently asking me if I'm okay or if I got enough sleep from the night before.

I know he is trying to care for me and my well being, but now Damian worrying about me is not what I intended, I don't want to be a constant thing he needs to check up on.

So everytime he asks, I put on a brave face and say 'I'm okay', it probably didn't convince him, but he doesn't push further and just leaves me be.

I hate the way I have to lie to his face, but I believe that I can handle this and this whole thing will be nothing but a faded memory soon.

                                        *

One afternoon, as Damian follows me into the grocery store, I can just feel the boredom radiating from him. When we were driving around, I suddenly had the urge to go to the grocery store because I like looking at house decorations for some reason and I actually needed a few things.

I asked him if we could go in for a few minutes, given my reasons and he agreed.

Now as I'm pushing the shopping cart, he groans behind me once again, he has been doing that since we walked in, not even greeting the nice employee back.

I'm somehow amused by it. Even though he agreed to come shopping with me, I didn't think it would put him in such a cranky mood. But neither way, he still came.

As I kept looking at the different types of lamps, I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist—I smiled as I felt their familiar presence.

I looked over my shoulder, and Damian is making the usual face when he begs for something.

He doesn't use it a lot, but the few times he does use it is when he really wants something.

"You have the stuff you need, let's check out and go" He pleaded with me.

"But I'm looking right now, just a few more minutes" I insisted.

He sighs as he moves away from me, going to one of the empty shelves on the bottom row and sitting down like a child.

As I kept looking, I may or may not have wandered around the store longer with Damian on my tail, those few minutes turned into two hours of walking around while I got distracted by every home decor in the store.