The Youtuber Inn

alfie just cant get a break jfc

(Alfie's POV)
January 7

Did I feel bad? Of course.
Leaving the hotel without a word was mostly Amanda's idea, but I figured it was a good one. I needed to not be there for a little while. Maybe even the rest of the trip.

Amanda was nice enough to let me stay with her for as long as I wanted, which so far was nice. Lots of cuddling and kissing..and drinking...and....smoking.
I shook the thought from my head.

It wasn't bad. It was fun.
Zoe would say it's bad...

But that didn't matter anymore.
That chapter was over.
I was starting a new chapter,
with Amanda.

I smiled, opening the door to Amanda's apartment, a bag of groceries in my hand. She wasn't in the living room so I made my way to the bedroom.
She didn't have a car, so I had to walk everywhere, but it was fine, because it was good exercise and it helped me relax, at least that's what she said. It was kind of annoying, but I knew she was right. She had a little bit of and alcohol problem, but I was helping her with it. I knew I was. But sometimes, well, most of the time, I'd come see her and she'd be pretty smashed, empty bottles spread through out the room, a lit cigarette dipped in the carpet, smoke filling the room...
but she had never done anything bad.

At least, not until now.

It was almost amusing.
It had barely been a week, and already, two girls had completely fucked me over.

And I just sort of stood there for a second, watching her with this other guy, just staring in complete bewilderment of how this could possibly be really, truly happening to me.

It was no wonder she didn't hear me, or even notice that I was now in the room, she was clearly very distracted, her eyes screwed shut and her hand gripping tightly onto the headboard. And then she fucking moaned,
and I dropped the paper bag, fruits and candies and wine and liquor spilling all over the beige carpet.

"Alfie! I, fuck-"

I didn't want to hear it.
I was out the door in seconds, slamming it behind me and storming out. I was done.
I was ready to leave.
Hell, I was ready to drown.

But that was probably just the drugs talking,
so i shook my head and bolted down the stairs, sliding into my car as quickly as I could.
Through my mirror I spotted the guy leaving her apartment, wearing only his boxers and all of his clothes in his hands as he angrily made his way down the stairs.
Amanda followed quickly behind him, not going down the stairs but instead shouting at him from her doorway. He got to his car and suddenly her eyes moved to me.
I looked at her again. Funny, she wasn't nearly as pretty as she was the night i met her.

I shoved the keys in the ignition and pressed my foot on the brake with perfect force.
No more bullshit.
It's time to get her back.

(ShoRT AS HELL SORRY SORRY SORRY)