Being best friends with Steph LaChance, Mitch Marners gorgeous girlfriend comes with some consequences. Some being the fact that Auston Matthews hates you with a burning passion. But can different interactions over time change that? Or just make eve...
Me "Remember that time I was crying, when Justin had cheated on me. And I asked you why I would never be good enough for anyone? Well you told me I would, but you just proved my point for me."
Auston Matthews "Oh."
Steph and Mitch were in their own bed sleeping. I couldn't sleep though, it was 1 o'clock in the morning and I haven't slept in what felt like ages, but this sadness that was consuming me wouldn't let me sleep.
I got out of bed and hopped in the shower, hoping to relieve some stress and some pain. It didn't work though. All I could think about was the time when Justin cheated on me and Auston was so kind. He ran me that shower, he massaged me and kissed my shoulders. He helped me through that hard time.
This time around I don't have anyone. I have Steph and Mitch but being in these kinds of situations take a toll on other peoples relationships and I didn't want to do that to them.
After a shower that was so long, there was no more hot water, I got out and put on one of Austons shirts that he left here. I don't know why I was doing this to myself, but here I was, making it all so much worse. Wearing his things reminded me of him, which reminded me of his touch, but then his touch reminded me of her, because he probably did the same to her as what he did to me.
My thoughts consumed me into a deep sleep only to be awaken by the sound of Steph and Mitch laughing at 10 in the morning. They were making pancakes together and clearly having a fun time with it too.
It was hard for me to be around people in a relationship right now, so instead of staying home I got ready and went out.
I went shopping, I bought so many clothes, 5 different pairs of shoes, I bought accessories and more lingerie and more makeup. All of this retail therapy but nothing was helping. I needed to do something crazy. So I searched up good tattoo shops and I made my way to the one closest to me.
I've wanted this tattoo for so long but I've never had the guts to do it. So today was the day. Nerves were hitting me left, right and centre, and it was painful to say the least. But when the finished product was ready to see, I was so in love I started crying.
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I drove back to my apartment and I brought in all of my bags to my room.
"Hey, what's sticking out of the back of your shirt?" Mitch said innocently, and tried to pull it off.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed
"Holy shit! Did you get a tattoo?!" He harshly whispered at me
"Yeah so what? I've wanted it for years and I finally grew the balls to do it." I shrugged.
"(Y/N)! You better not start rebelling!" Mitch warned as if he were my own father.
I rolled my eyes at him and laid on my bed.
I posted the picture on Instagram with the caption "finally grew a set and got this"
I decided that I needed to go out and get drunk, it maybe wasn't such a good idea considering I just got a tattoo and I'm still VERY emotionally unstable. But at least I could forget about it for a while.
I didn't wear anything too special, just a silk dress and flats. I figured I would be too drunk to wear heels.
"Bye guys." I yelled before leaving.
I heard someone yell where are you going but I didn't answer.
I ordered drink, after drink, after drink. I was so drunk I accidentally posted a video of me taking a tequila shot on my Instagram story. I meant to send it to my sister Jennika.
Mitch and Steph started calling and texting me, begging to know where I was so they could come pick me up but I didn't answer them. Instead I kept ordering drinks.
I was so drunk I didn't even really know what was happening, all I remember is someone walking me out of the bar and leaving me outside. I guess I was cut off from drinking.
I tried to walk home but I didn't know where I was and I kept stumbling around.
I called Steph crying, and I told her I didn't know where I was so she made me share my location with her. She said she was on her way to come get me.
I sat on the ground against the building on the street that I was on and I bawled my eyes out. I hated this. Why was I so drunk that I made a fool out of myself? Why was I so hurt by Auston?
Nothing was fair at this point.
I felt two pairs of arms come and pick me up and put me in the back of the vehicle. It was Steph and Mitch.
They helped me into bed, with water and Advil and a garbage can beside my bed. They told me to make sure I stayed on my side all night in case I threw up.
"You know what? I think we should just stay in here with her." I heard Steph say, Mitch agreed and they both climbed in to my king sized bed with me and we all fell asleep.
For me it was easy because I was drunk, but if I were sober, I don't think I would have got any sleep tonight. This pain, sadness, hurt, frustration, whatever you wanted to call what I was feeling, was really starting to get to me. And I couldn't do a single thing about it.
I was turning into my mother after my dad left, and that is not who I want to be whatsoever.
