Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Do I Deserve This?

Numb. Angry. Hurt. Distraught. Drowning in pain.

How did everything go so wrong so fast? One minute, our lives were going to permanently change and the rough months that got us to where we are, are now the things that made everything feel like the universe was playing a game with our lives. I sat there, my face sticky with dried tears. I don't know how to function or move because of these overwhelming feelings about a woman that left me, especially when we were about to get married. She lied. She never actually told me that she loved me - now that I think about it.

Scoffing at the bitter realisation, a nagging part of me wanted to go after her, but I knew that it wasn't wise. With bubbles of rage slowly making its way to the surface, I finally forced myself to get the fuck up and let my feet take me wherever. I stereotypically found myself in a bar. I sighed heavily as I approached the bar and unceremoniously fell into the barstool located in a corner by the door that was hidden but not entirely.

I asked the bartender to give me something that'll make me forget today or something that'll get me drunk fast. To be honest, they aren't mutually exclusive most of the time, but I knew that deep down, I wanted to drown in misery, alone. Loosening the bowtie suffocating me, I almost didn't feel my phone vibrating against me. Pulling it out, I see that my sister's best friend was calling. She only does that for emergencies and apparently,  there is an emergency. "Hello?" I said after picking up. "Where the hell are you? Your bride is waiting for you at the altar, jackass." Brooke ranted. I sighed and hung up. Paying for my drinks, I quickly head back to the venue and brace myself for impact.

"What happened to you, Michael? You're different. Why," she got a whiff of his breath and changed her line of questioning. "Have you been drinking? You idiot! You know you're getting married today. What made you think that drinkings more-" I decided to let everyone know. "She's already married to some other guy. Everything was an elaborate setup to get my company in her name. That's all I know, so, leave, Brooke. I don't need your shit right now.  Or anyone's for that matter. Don't try to get ahold of me. I won't answer." I expressed my anger and bitterness, hoping that everyone would just let me be.

Fuck.