Shattered promises // JJK

Chapter 3: LOVE-> HATE

Here I am now forced to swallow the bitter truth since he downright humiliated me. I don't care if a lot of people don't know about us. It does not change the fact how disrespected I feel now. My vision starts to get blurry. No! I stopped myself now is not the time to cry. I need to be strong. I say to myself setting my jaw straight, my chin high. I will not let this to continue.

I walked to the kitchen took a shot of vodka the bitter test caressing down my throat matching my bitter mood. Now the sadness subsides leaving the place to madness. I start pacing in the house fuming with anger. My stomach start rumbling. It's 1 pm and I hadn't eaten anything the whole day, but I ignored it. I don't need food now. What I need is another short of vodka, and maybe the liquor bottle so I can smash it on his head.

I went back to take my second shot and another one. As I put down the glass on the counter with a loud thud I heard the door opening. I swiftly turn around and catch him walking in. I can feel my anger melting on the sight of him he looks so handsome even in this state. He is wearing an overnight crinkled suit with his coat draped over his shoulders. He folded the hem of his shirt showing his gorgeous fore arms, one filled with colourful tattoos. The first three buttons of his shirt are opened, giving glimpse of his broad chest which has a magnificent complexion with his navy blue shirt making it hard to move my eyes.

I look at his face. He looks so tired, hangover and so beautiful. His eyes are red, we had a brief eye contact before I quickly start assessing his dishevelled hair. Looking like he was running his fingers through it the whole day. Then I remembered why it was like that, who might have been gripping his hair the whole night and why I was drinking in a broad daylight with empty stomach and a new flash of rage filled me.

I catch him staring at me. I hold his gaze back. He walked up towards the kitchen, throwing his coat on the couch. He walked past me to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of water and down it all at once. I was still standing by the kitchen counter when he went to the bathroom without saying a word. He looks too tired for an argument but I don't give a fuck. We are not spending another minute without setting this right. I was ready to say something as soon as he came out but I was glad that he was the one that breaks the silence.

"Hey good afternoon." He says.

"Hi" I said softly suddenly feeling overwhelmed with different emotions.

"I ran out of gas last night, couldn't make it home. I hope you weren't waiting for me."

"You should have called or answered my calls like a rational person."

"Sorry my phone died."

"Still public phones exist you know."

"Maybe, but it hadn't occurred to me."

"I don't know what you think of me but I am not stupid okay."

"I never said you were."

"You might as well do, your actions says otherwise."

"I know you're mad, but I really ran out of gas."

"I saw the pictures."

"What?"

"The posts, your story everything. I saw them."

"Oh yeah...... that meant nothing."

"WHAT?"

"That was nothing. It was just for publicity."

"JUST FOR PUBLICITY?" I feel my anger bubbling up.

"Yes for publicity. You know how things work in our industry."

"WOW! You really must think I am an idiot."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"With me? What the hell is wrong with YOU?"