Drugs Of NYC

Chapter 13 - You've made your bed...

"Steven, wait!" I cried holding my dress and running after him. He was walking fast with his fists balled inside his pocket. "Steven!" I called trying to speed up.

"Get away from me." He mumbled. Heading toward the exit doors.

"Please, wait."

He spun around quickly with his face carved out of stone. It was so cold and I could feel the tension. I tried to push back my tears, but It became harder and harder.

"That ring is on your finger. You've got it all now." He shrugged. "I mean isn't this what you've always wanted

anyway? To be with a goddamn media puppet and be swimming in the cash?"

"Oh I'm sorry, maybe I should hang with you all day and kick around beer bottles and ignore the cigarette smells. Maybe we could fuck all day in between your buddies dirtying the place up, would that be a better life for me?"

"Works for me." He shrugged. "I just thought I'd finally found that one person, capable of dealing with my kind of personality. Guess I was wrong."

"Look I'm sorry that our versions of happy eternities are different. That's what happens when a fucked up kid with a fucked up childhood gets a chance.."

He grabs my chin roughly cutting off my words.

"You can lose that fucking tone and attitude." He growls. "Cause this is what happens when a fucked up kid actually cares about a bitch. They get their heart broken." He releases my face and I'm on the verge of tears. "I should be used to disappointment by now. I've had it in every goddamn corner of my life. I tried to just tell myself I didn't care about you, but it was tough. I told myself it'd work out eventually." He scratched his hair like a psycho. "Told myself that you were different but all you did was the same goddamn thing. The same goddamn thing I tried to avoid. I'll give you credit. You had me fooled. Me of all people. But I guess the grave error was on my part."

"Steven." I sighed and felt a tear roll down my cheek. "We can't be together. We'll destroy eachother, mentally and emotionally."

"I'm so glad. I'm so glad this happened." He laughed bitterly. "Because I finally know, why I am the way I am."

"Steven," I cried but he turned on his heel and walked away. He disappeared through the curtains just as Ken came running into the hallway.

"Honey!" He ran up to me and swung me around. "I love you, I love you so much! I couldn't bare a minute without you."

He put me down and studied my tear streaked face.

"What's wrong?" He asked sincerely and wiping my tears.

"I'm just happy." I put on a great big fake smile.

"Me too." He grabbed my hand and kissed me. I couldn't stop looking back at the exit curtain and I could swear I saw Stevens figure standing there.

1 month later...

Steven hadn't shown up for an entire month to work. Rumors began floating around that he had quit. Who could blame him?

I'd just stand in the doorway sometimes and stare at his couch. Where he'd be teasing me from. Or giving me incredibly stupid orders. The stereo he'd play his songs on for me to hear his 'musical' genius on.

Every day seemed to grow longer but to some degree everything seemed to heal. I could try to focus on work and other things to distract me. Like Murphy and Kingsley arguing over who'd get to plan my wedding. Finally leaving home and moving in with Kenneth was pretty rough. Seeing as how on the outside I felt as though I should be happy. But on the inside everything was slowly crumbling. Something just felt like it was missing. I knew what it was but I was secretly afraid to admit it. I mean who wouldn't be?