➸ AFTER THE STORM

CHAPTER V - FEMALE RAGE

MORGAN - DIARY ENTRY: MAY 14,2023

"Just got off work, are you sure through?" I look at the message in the dark barely lit room.

I remember my phone going off it's Sunday afternoon and I just got home from my grandparents' house.

Now without many hours of driving in front of me. I finally can unwind in my living room without much worry.

The message is an opening for distaste like everything that Lore seems to be either involved with or connected to some way.

I would tell his next victim that he is not as kind, loving, or selfless as you think it is just a false sense of security.

You're not special, you're not anything really you just something that makes him feel superior like his existence actually means something.

I sigh the anger runs deep it feels like I'm being burnt alive so I try to breathe because that is all I can do there is no use in crying over spoiled milk. I typed something that would hopefully satisfy him to just leave it be so I decided to say, "Yeah I know but I'm okay."

Something normal that I would say to anyone because putting too much thought could just make me crash and burn but with my luck, I do that anyway when I see his response, "Yeah no I don't believe that spill it." And with that, all my common Sense leaves me when it should cling to me the most and I text back not missing a beat and sometimes I wish I would. " It doesn't hurt anymore." I clearly convey that he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and take it as a sign to move on.

But he can't seem to take the hint or maybe he can sense the LIE through the phone or maybe he knows me better than I thought. My heart skips a beat and at this point, I don't think that's healthy when I see his response, " It may not hurt but I'd like you to tell me."

What the hell is wrong with him why for once Lore can't just take the easy way out and just leave me be?

God Why does he have to act like a decent fucking person, I groan and type, "So don't worry about it." After I turn off my phone and walk away and go to fetch a bottle of Stella wine and pour myself a glass not too much later my phone starts ringing and I sigh maybe it's not him I think the lie seems like a child's prayer to my ears.

I let it ring and I slipped the wine thinking maybe if I don't think about it maybe this will go away with time and just like always I am made into a believer of my reality that is not the case when my phone sounds off and it wakes me from dulu thoughts of a life that I can't have a the moment.

When the phone rings for the second time I sigh and I look at the messages and I chug the rest of my wine and I can feel the slight buzz that comes over my body.

"It's said your phone is out of service or unavailable." The message reads and I sigh again I don't really want to deal with this.

I decided to do something to take my mind off the fact that my phone was buzzing out of control with no intent to stop and it doesn't help with every passing second I seemed to be fighting with my inner younger self.

A part of me knew how good he could be, how loving his embrace and loving words could be, and how cunning along with charming when it suited him. But the current version of myself that had lived through the tell of his tricks, lies, and misguided promises knew better.

The heavy knocking brought me off of my thought I jump slightly at the deep voice that comes from the other side of the door.

"Morgan." The voice is ever familiar my heart races but my movements slow off the wine in my system I turn on my phone and the light of the device decides to try and blind me.