Torn

Chapter 8

There was a loud noise coming from the kitchen which caused me to wake up instantly.

"Omari baby" I said patting the spot next to me. When I realized he was no longer in bed I frowned. Deciding to see what he was up to, I got out of bed and nearly fell. My head was spinning and I felt like complete shit. What in the hell happened last night?

I frowned in displeasure once I realized my clothes reeked of alcohol. Did I really get that drunk last night?

I needed a shower. I felt disgusting. Maybe that's why Omari wasn't here when I woke up. I shook my head in disbelief and headed into the bathroom. I took a look at myself in the mirror and ran my hands over my face. Why did I feel like I got hit by a bus? I had experienced hangovers before but nothing like this. I never really drank hard liquor, I was more of a wine drinker than anything else.

After taking my shower, I put on my white plush robe and slippers to match and headed downstairs.

"Morning baby" I said to Omari once I reached the kitchen. His back was turned to the stove. I was a little confused as to why he didn't respond.

"Everything okay"? I asked shyly. I didn't know if my being intoxicated last night had upset him.

"Everything's just peachy" he sarcastically spat as he gave me a glass of water and two Advil's. I reluctantly took the glass and pills from his hand and placed them in my mouth. Afterwards he turned back around and continued to cook breakfast.

"Did I do something"? I asked.

"You tell me" he chuckled

"What is that supposed to me"? I frowned. He sighed and turned around to face me.

"Where were you last night"? he asked. His tone was soft but full of concern.

"I was with a friend" I said honestly. He turned back around and shook his head. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around his lower torso and kissed the nape of his neck. He peeled his hands from around his waist. I sighed in defeat.

"Baby please tell me what's wrong. Whatever it is, I want to fix it. I hate that you're pushing me away"

"Pushing you away"? he chuckled bitterly. "Beyonce, you stood right here in my face and lied to me. Twice"

"I didn't lie to you" I said raising my voice a little.

"Who is Shawn"? he asked bluntly. I was completely caught off guard by his tone.

"He's Marie's husband. He needed someone to talk to. He's been going through a tough time lately" I said honestly.

"Why did you tell me you were with Kelly last night"?

"I- I honestly didn't remember telling him that

"You realize how this looks? You lied to me Bey. You told me you were out with Kelly. You said you were too drunk to drive so she dropped you off. I saw you get out of his car Bey" I lowered my head in shame. I honestly didn't remember telling him that. I feel like a complete idiot.

"Why did you feel like you had to lie?" he asked

"I knew how it looked. I was drunk and if I would have told you I was out with Shawn you would have assumed the worst. I guess I was just trying to prevent an argument"

"Well you see how that worked out" he sarcastically spat

"I'm sorry. Nothing happened" I said sympathetically.

"Here" Omari said as he slid my phone on the counter. The message from Shawn appeared on the screen and

my mood had now shifted.