Broken Reflections

Chapter 37

I was wrong.
I was wrong as fuck when I thought this may not be my worst year because it sure as hell is.

I keep my jaw clenched as I drive. I'm driving another car of mine since she damaged my favourite one.

That car is my baby. My love.
I just got it serviced and I hate what she did to it.

I swear if it weren't for dad asking me to take her back home, I would've never ever done that. I grip the steering wheel tighter and ignore her presence, sitting besides me.

I'm going to get it fixed but that doesn't mean I'm not mad as hell at her for damaging it and don't even get me started on the slap. No girl has ever dared to lay her hand on me.

I pull over the car in the driveway and get out of the car. I slam the door shut and go inside, walking upstairs and getting into my room.

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I walk through the door and see them both sitting by the bar. They see me and I sit down with them, ordering a drink for myself.

"What's up?" Jeremy asks.

I don't answer and take a sip of my drink.
"Woah, Bro, you look like you're going to kill somebody!" Connor says and I give him a glare.

"What's up, Devin?" Jeremy nudges me into the shoulder. "You're not like your usual self."

"I just wanna have a drink." I say and take another sip.

"You never just wanna have a drink. Come on!" Conner says. "Tell us."

"Tell you what?" I say. "There's nothing to tell."

That's absolutely not true. I'm so mad and frustrated at her. My mind is fixed on the condition of my car and I want to set her car on fire.

"Then why are you so mad?" Jeremy says. I sigh and tell them everything that happened after the race.

"She did what?!" Jeremy says, both of his eyebrows raised, I've never seen him in that much disbelief.

"She slapped you?" Conner asks. "You?" He points towards me as if he's making sure I was the one who got slapped.

I roll my eyes and nod. Jeremy starts laughing and I glare at him. He controls himself and put his hands up in the air. "Okay okay." He's still grinning.

"So what exactly are you so worked up about?" Connor asks.

"I can't tolerate this marriage anymore." I take a sip. "It's just been two months and I can't do it anymore. There's still ten months left." They both quietly listen to me.

"Neither of us want this marriage. I don't understand why the hell our parents keep pushing us." I glance at the ring on my finger. "And this stupid ring, I want to burn this shit."

They both glance at the ring.

"And don't even get me started on the condition of my Bugatti. She straight up slammed it into a tree." I clench my jaw and take a sip.

Conner sighs. "Honestly man, She wasn't wrong either." I raise an eyebrow at him as if what he just said can't be true no matter what.

"I agree." Jeremy says and I scoff.

"You pushed her limits by making that comment about her-"

"So she just threw her drink at me?" I cut Connor off.

"And then you almost made her passed out?" He says.

"She destroyed my car and slapped me." I roll my eyes. "She isn't a saint either.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Connor says. "No one is wrong but no one is right either." He pauses and then speaks "but you shouldn't have made her almost pass out like that."

"She threw her drink at me in front of everyone!" I say to him. "What did you expect me to do?"

"That was still not okay." Jeremy says. "You deserved that slap." I glare at him.

"What was her reaction though?" Connor asks.

"I told you, she was really mad and slapped me."

"No, like was she crying or something?"

I think about that night and I do remember the tears that were streaming down her face. I had seen her crying after a long time. She always used to cry really easily when we were kids and I used to make fun of her. She never cried in front of me again until that night.

"She was." I take a sip.

"What exactly was her condition?" Connor asks.

"What do you mean?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I mean what was her condition in the car?"

I think about that night. "She said she couldn't breathe... she was clutching her chest and...she was gripping my arm..." I stop speaking as I think about how she looked and how the tears were streaming down her face because her eyes were stinging.
How angry she looked when she slapped me.
Or was she hurt?

"You deserved the slap." Connor says.

Any other time I would've argued with them but I don't know what to say right now or how to defend myself. "Whatever." I take another sip.

I order another drink and try to tell myself that my friends are wrong and she totally deserved almost passing out like that.
But for the first time ever, I'm not so sure. I'm doubtful of my own thoughts and I hate it.

She deserved it.
I keep saying it to myself.