Save Me [A Norman Reedus fanfiction - Part 1 - COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirty - Done

˝Are you sure about your decision?˝

Grabbs's question, altough I thought about my answer for a week by now, still caught me off-guard. But I knew I couldn't change my mind anymore. And why would have I? What could have made me change my mind?

The last days in Senoia was a hell of a ride to me and I was glad when Norman finally decided to give me the mercy and send me back to New York days earlier as we had planned. Our plans had totally changed... I didn't say good-bye to anyone of the cast or the crew, just left on a humid morning. Norman offered me a ride to the airport but I called a cab instead. I wasn't able to see him or talk to him any more than it was needed.

˝I guess I see you at home on Friday.˝ He only said, then shut the door of the cab and headed back to the house, didn't look back at me leaving. The word "home" almost stung into my heart more than his sentence back on that night.

˝I regret the moment I met you.˝

I stopped in my track and I felt as life slowly left my legs. I leant to the wall for support and I let some tears to form and come out but then...

˝You fucking prick!˝ I yelled, more to myself than to him but it was right enough to me to wipe away the pain and let all the places to the anger. And god... I had so much of that.

I turned around and headed to the kitchen as fast as I could in my heels but at the end I instead kicked them off and like that, bare-feeted I hurried to the place I could find the person I was about to ram into the ground. And there he was, pouring another glass of whiskey to himself but then he pointed the bottle at me.

˝You want one?˝ Norman asked, with disgusting playfulness in his voice. He was already drunk and deep inside of me I knew he was a dick with me on a purpose. But I couldn't care about it anymore. ˝I know you want...˝

˝You are such a pathetic, miserable fucking bastard!˝ I enhanced each words, screeching through my teeth and Norman put the bottle down, emptying the glass in one big gulp. ˝You, playing the big bad ass archer-fucker, slaying dirt covered stunts then walk around like you're everyone's dream and oh god, you are 'cause those poor girls around the world are spending thousands of dollars to meet you for a few seconds, getting pity hugs from you, hoping they can touch you... And you call that a career! You saying you were sorry for putting your career in front of me?! That's a fucking bullshit, you're not sorry! You enjoy it like hell and yes, I know you've regretted to meet me but guess what, motherfucker! I've regretted it way before you did! Because you were the reason I've lost everything what was dear to me ever!˝

˝Like what?!˝ He yelled back, putting down the empty glass with such a force I thought it would break. Norman slowly walked to me, pure anger on his face. ˝If I am responsible for you losing your fucking drugaddicted shithead friends and brother too and I am responsible for getting you thousands of dollars on your paintings and I am responsible for getting you clean for once in your life than excuse me for saving your shitty life, Sareira! You are the one who plays a role and can't get your life together because you're so deep in self pity that you think everyone should look at you like a survivor while you were making everyone's life miserable around you! We were there for you, for the whole fucking time and we talk about years! Me, Eos, Mingus, even Helena helped you along the years and you treated us like enemies! But it's over. You're gonna be 21 in a few and then it's time to say good-bye. I've had enough of your shits for a life-time.˝

So, he literally kicked me out. The very next day he woke up with a massive hangover but he still had to go to the set, leaving me alone in the house. He left me no note, no money – only emptiness and anger. The first thing I did was calling Eos.