The Neighbor

Chapter 7

Elodie's POV

I walked into the front door and saw Wyatt pacing back and forth. Fuck.

"Ellie! Hey, where have you been? I called you like 50 times."

I looked at Wyatt as I closed the door sliding my shoes off.

"Whose shirt is that?"

I glared at Wyatt and began walking past him. 

"Ellie seriously? I was worried about you!"

I wasn't going to engage. 

"Ellie seriously, where have you been all day?"

"I am tired, I want to go to bed." 

I started towards the stairs and felt Wyatt's hand on my wrist pulling me back towards him. His grip was tight as I tried to pull free.

"Ellie, come on. Talk to me." 

Wyatt reeked of alcohol. 

"Are you fucking drunk?"

He snickered and shook his head. 

"No! I am not drunk, why would you say such a thing?" 

He most definitely was. Liar. 

"Cool, so another thing for you to lie about. First hooking up with my best friend Clare and now lying about drinking? Let go of my wrist." 

"I can't. Baby talk to me." 

His grip was tightening. It was beginning to hurt. 

"Wyatt you are really hurting my wrist, Let. Go."

Wyatt did the opposite. He pulled me closer to him and I put my free arm out stopping myself from colliding into his chest.

"Seriously? Number one, whose shirt is this? Also where have you been?"

"Wyatt you don't get to know my business when I clearly don't know yours. Now I am not going to ask again. Let. The. Fuck. Go." 

I spoke through my teeth with the last set of words. I was getting beyond frustrated.

Wyatt smirked, shaking his head. 

"We both know I am much stronger than you, silly Ellie." 

How long had he been drinking? 

"You wanna know where I was so bad? I was across the road helping our neighbor unpack. This is his shirt. I got fucking coffee all down the front of me, there. You fucking happy?" 

Wyatt's smirk dropped and his eyes softened. 

"You were with Arden all day?"

I let out a sigh. 

"Yes. I was helping him unpack. The man has so many boxes, and to be frank I didn't wanna see you today. Now LET GO!" 

I yanked my wrist free from Wyatt and held it. It really fucking hurt. I looked down and saw the beginning of a bruise forming. 

Wyatt looked at me and then down at my wrist. 

"Shit, Ellie I-" 

"My name is Elodie. Not El, or Ellie. You lost that privilege when you started putting your dick in other girls." 

Wyatt dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around my waist again. I held my arms out as he pulled me in tightly. He was waiting for me to hug him back, but I refused.

"Ellie- Elodie. Please. I am so sorry." 

Here came the drunken tears. We've been in this cycle before. Wyatt is a drunk crier.