41-Drunk

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Someone nocks the door. The noise is very loud. It keeps nocking.
What the heel?!
Who is nocking our door like that??
I decide to finally open it before the person break our door.
It's Harry...Drunk. I can fell the Jack Daniel's smell from here.
"What do you want?" I say harshly.
"Well well well...look who finally opened the door...Abby Argent...are you not inviting me in? I thought you were more educated than that."
"I don't you here...out."
"Oh you are not doing that are you? Oh you are right...you are Abby...the queen the rules don't apply for you...you can't do whatever you want right?" God I hate when he talks like that...if he doesn't stop I swear to God that I'm going to punch him on face and he will never see me again.
Never.
"Like I was saying...You can do whatever you want like...hook up with other guys...oh but I...I can't even talk to other girls...If I told that I was moving to the other side of the country you would have slapped my face but as you were the one moving it's okay..."
"Shut the fuck up." I scream. He obeys.
"I fucking hate you...you know that all that you are saying is a lie and if you say one more word you will never see me again...Never."
"What? Abby you don't agree?"
"Fuck you." I slap his face.
"You are an asshole and I don't need you...I will find someone better than you...oh but relax because that's easy...anyone is better than you fucker. You were very lucky of having me. But now it's over. You are going to miss my kiss...my voice. But most of all, you will ache at the way I stuck around when no one else did...Idiot." I scream and cry at the same time.
He keeps in silence.
All I said was partly true. Fact that he will miss this kind of thing...but not for longer. Well I would like to know how to get rid of the feeling of loving him...but it's not that easy...
"I'm too drunk to have this conversation."
"There is no conversation Harry...I hate you" I wish that this was true. "Get out of here...get out of my life."
He leaves the apartment...That is great but my life? Did he leave my life too? I mean, do I want him to? I guess not. But if he does it's easier for me.

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