My Kind Of Guy

Chapter Seven

I know he's mad. His face is set, his eyes glued to the road, his knuckles white as he grips to the steering-wheel. His face is white. I've told him everything about last night. Everything.

I stare out of the side window, watching the road pass by. The signs say we're getting close to Ricky's flat, but I know we're still around half an hour away.
'I'm sorry.' I say quietly, not looking at him. I know I've said it multiple times already, but i just don't know what else to say.

Ricky still doesn't say anything. I don't turn around to see his face, but I know he'll be the same. he's mad at me because I was an idiot last night. And because I didn't tell him until I had to. He won't trust me again. He had trusted me - he had let me go out without telling him where. It was obvious where I was going, and I'm sure he knew. But he let me go. How can he trust me again?

It's about ten minutes before Ricky says something.
'Who was he?' He asks, but he still doesn't look at me. He looks disgusted. I don't blame him. Everyone thinks now that I've cheated on him.
'He was just one of Amy's friends.' I explain. 'We got close just before...' I trail off. I don't want to say it. I don't want to say 'before we got married' because that makes it more true. I still want to believe that it never happened.
'I get it.' Ricky says. I breathe a sigh of relief. Then he looks at me quickly. His face is mad, he's red, his eyes bloodshot. 'You want to ruin this. You want to mess this up for me, right? Because as soon as people know my own girlfriend has been cheating on me, I'll be a laughing stock.'

I look back out of the window. He called me his 'girlfriend'. I don't know why it upsets me, but I can feel tears pricking in my eyes. I don't turn to look at him because I can remember the face. I can never forget how angry he looks.
'That isn't what it is.' I say, my voice now shaking. I wish I wasn't such an idiot. I should never have gone out with Jordan. I should never have agreed.
'Then what is it?' Ricky says with an annoyed laugh. 'What am I supposed to believe? Because the truth is, you kissed another man, and there's proof out there for everyone to see.'

I can't say anything back because he's right. We both know he is.

Ricky parks outside the block of flats, and gets out. I get out with him, what else can I do? I follow him up to his flat. He doesn't say a thing to me. I sit down on the settee and pull my phone out of my pocket. Thankfully no one apart from my parents and Amy know I'm that girl who was spotted cheating on Ricky.
'I'm going to the shop.' Ricky says, stands up, and walks out.

The silence falls even harder. I don't know what to do with myself. I've got nothing to do, I've got no one to see or call. Amy will be at work, my parents won't want to know.

There's only one thing I can do now - leave before Ricky gets back. Pack up my bags and call a taxi. Put the spare keys back in the draw. Make it look like I was never here, make him forget. Make everyone forget.

I begin to shove my clothes into my suitcase, then I suddenly remember that my other cases are still in Ricky's car, and he's took his jeys. I'll just have to leave the. I empty all of my things out of the bathroom, and squeeze everything into my suitcase. I grab my books and push them into the outside pockets, and unplug my phone charger and put it with them.

The door opens, making me jump, and Ricky walks in, red faced. Great. So I can't just disappear. He's ruined it. I just want to get away.
'Harmony?' He says, as if he doesn't believe I'm still here. Honestly, I don't know why I didn't pack up quicker. Then I could've just avoided this. 'What're you doing?'
'What does it look like?' I reply in a rush, zipping up my suitcase.
'You don't have to go.' He says. His face is more relaxed, calmer.
'I do.' I say, hauling my suitcase up so it's standing.
'You don't' He says, and he walks closer to me.

Suddenly his hands are around my waist, pulling me tightly towards him. He kisses me on my lips, softly, but all wrong. This isn't right. It feels like I'm being shredded by shards of broken glass, and I can't breathe. I push him away, and he looks at me, shocked.
'What the hell?' I manage to say, my breath stolen away from me. 'What. The. Hell?!'

I push past him and out of the door, and just run with no aim of where I'm going. I just run. I hear him shout behind me, but I don't look. I just keep on running.