A/N - This chapter was inspired by the very catchy (and somewhat toxic) Breakin' Dishes by Rihanna. As much as I love this song, and it was fun writing something so dramatic and crashout-y, I do feel like I need to remind you all that getting angry and throwing things at your partner isn't healthy and that we shouldn't be doing that, regardless of the shitty, disrespectful activities they may have been engaging in. Also, welcome back the 'no-happy-endings' club! Either way, I hope you all enjoy it.
The first night that Eddie had gone out partying without you until 3 in the morning, you had been pretty cool about it. After all, he was a rockstar in the making. It only made sense for him to be drinking and having fun with his bandmates after a show. Hell, you'd actively decided to stay home because you'd had a long week. You had been totally fine with it.
The second night, you'd been a little less cool about it. You'd reminded yourself, lying in bed alone at 2 in the morning and waiting for him to come stumbling home, that this was part of his job. It was part of what you had to do to be successful. It was networking. So, when he'd come crashing into your bedroom at 3:12 in the morning, you hadn't grumbled. You'd helped him to change out of his clothes and into bed. You'd practically tucked him in, and you'd been smiling whilst you did it.
The third night, you were a little peeved. I mean, who went out partying on a Sunday night? You had to get up and go to work in the morning, and you knew he would end up waking you up when he got home. It was inconsiderate for him not to even check in with you before going out. When he'd got home that night, reeking of booze, you'd kept your eyes pressed closed, pretending to sleep through the clattering as he tried to get himself into bed.
The fourth night, you were pissed. Who in their right mind went out partying 4 nights in a row? It's not like he was making the sort of money from his music that would justify this sort of behaviour. When he'd got home that night, he'd been met with a locked bedroom door and a note that he should sleep on the couch, and you were sleeping soundly in your bed.
The fifth night, you were furious. And when he'd swung the door of your apartment open after fumbling with his keys in the lock for the best part of 5 minutes, he'd been met with you scowling at him from the couch, your arms crossed over your chest.
"Hey baby-"
"I don't know who you think you're talking to," you muttered, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence, his lopsided smile dropping from his face the second he recognised the venom in your voice.
"Huh?"
"I think I've been pretty lenient with you, Eddie, but this is getting ridiculous," you pressed on, shaking your head in disbelief as you watched him stumble, trying his best to close the apartment door quietly behind him. "Where were you?"
He shrugged slightly. "There's this bar on the other side of town," he started quietly. "The drinks are cheap-"
"Who were you with?"
He hesitated for a moment, his tongue dipping out to wet his bottom lip. "What's gotten into you tonight, Baby?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" you muttered, getting to your feet as he approached, hands out like he was trying to calm a rearing horse. "I'm not an idiot, Eddie. Who were you out with?"
"Just-" the word caught in his throat, coming out all high and awkward. "Just the guys," he repeated, his voice returning far more even than before.
You shook your head slightly. "You're a liar," you told him, watching his brow furrow in confusion.
"What?"
"I called Chloe," you started again. "And Jeff was home with her tonight," you pressed on. "She said he's not been out in weeks," you added softly. "So, who were you with?"
"You called my friend's girlfriend to spy on me?"
"I called her because I knew you were lying to me, Eddie," you bit, your voice far louder than you'd been planning. "Because I knew, somewhere deep down, that you've got to be going out to these stupid fucking clubs to cheat on me."
He shook his head slightly, a sharp chuckle falling out of his throat. "You're insane."
"Who were you with?" you repeated, yelling now. "Because it sure as fuck wasn't Jeff. And when I bumped into Gareth at the store this morning, he said he hasn't been out since Friday night. So who were you with?"
"Baby-"
"Who, Eddie?" you yelped, voice so loud that he looked startled by the noise.
He hesitated for a moment. "I can't talk to you when you're being like this."
"You're an asshole," you bit at him, grabbing the pillow from the couch and launching it in his direction. When it hit him, he shook his head, snorting with laughter at your choice of projectile, and you could've sworn you saw red, reaching for one of the magazines sitting on the coffee table.
You threw it hard, hitting him right in the shoulder. "Baby, what the fuck-" You barely hesitated, already reaching for something else, opting for a book, hoping that the added weight might actually give him something to whine about. "You've gone fucking demented," he bit when you lifted your arm, ready to throw it.
"I'm not fucking crazy," you bit back at him. "I have known you since we were 15, Eddie. Shit, I know you better than you know yourself," you pressed on, your voice still a couple of decibels higher than the neighbours would probably like at 3 in the morning. "I know when you're behaving differently, and I know when you're lying to me. I knew it back when you fucked Chrissy Cunningham when we were on that stupid fucking break in Senior year, and I know it now."
"I'm not cheating on you," he hissed, finally getting close enough to snatch the book from your hand.
"Then who were you with?"
He hesitated for a moment, glancing away from you.
"Yeah, that's not a convincing pause," you bit at him, shoving him in the chest hard enough to knock him back onto the couch. "You know what? If you want to go out drinking and partying every night, that's fine with me, Ed, but I won't be here waiting for you anymore." Your tongue dipped out, wetting your bottom lip just slightly. "You can move back in with Wayne. And you can fuck whoever you want."
"Y/N, Baby-"
"I'm done being lied to, Ed. All you had to do was give me a reason you've been out and you can't do it, can you?"
"I-" his words trailed off, a frown pulling at his lips. "I'm sorry."
"Who was it?"
He stayed quiet for a moment. "I didn't mean for it to happen," he confessed quietly. "But she came to the show on Saturday, and she asked to grab a drink after, and-" His words trailed off. "Baby, I didn't mean to."
"You're pathetic," you muttered, biting down on the inside of your cheek to hold back tears.
"Chrissy came on to me-"
"Chrissy?" you interrupted. "You've been fucking Chrissy Cunningham whilst I've been here waiting for you? After you swore to me that nothing ever happened between you two?"
Eddie looked horrified that the name had even slipped out of him. He'd promised himself that no matter what happened, you would never know about the time he'd spend with her.
"Get out," you bit at him.
"Sweetheart-"
"Get out," you yelled, your voice like a crack of thunder through the apartment as you stared at him in disbelief. "I fucking hate you," you added, your voice breaking under the weight of the emotion, giving way as he backed towards the door.
"You don't mean that," he started. "I know you're hurt, and-"
You shook your head, causing his voice to fall silent. "I do mean it. I hate you. I hate your fucking guts. Now, get out of my apartment."
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