Sex addict + Luh

T h i r t y - t w o

|Derek|

I couldn't help but stare at Ariana's neck, she was wearing the necklace I bought her.

And there she went.

I wanted to go after her but something told me that if I did she'd just resent me even more.

I sighed going back inside. I stared at Maxine as she just sat comfortably on the large sofa skipping through channels.

"Nothing good is on."

I stared at her emotionlessly. "nothing good is on?" I question chuckling.

"Yeah, Tv sucks."

"Get the fuck out Maxine." I run my hand through my hair before chuckling again.

"what?" She questions smiling.

"You fucking heard me. Get the fuck out. I never want to see you again. You fucked up my life, you fucked up everything. You are a reminder that Ariana deserves better."

"If I recall it takes two to have sex." She snickered staring at my crotch area.

"If you were a better friend this wouldn't have happened. Get the fuck out maxine i'm not kidding. Get your shit and take your good for nothing ass out of my house."

She got up lifting the shirt that she was wearing to the side. I pick up the shirt as she walked back into the room.

"Just so you know I encouraged Ariana to forget you so that I could have you to myself, and clearly it worked."

I look at her with such anger, I hated her. Most importantly I hated myself, How the fuck was I able to ruin everything that I've wanted for so long.

I picked up a glass cup and threw it at the door. "Get out of my sight before I aim at your head next time."

"Derek, We can work this out. I didn't plan this all out just so that you could reject me."

"planned?" I took a deep breath. "I want you to leave and never contact me again. If you ever try to twist anything up in any kind of publicity stunt I will ruin you and make you wish you didn't test me."

She slammed the door shut behind her leaving me to finally let out my tears.

Me, crying god i'm such a pussy.

I opened a bottle of vodka not bothering to clean up the glass I had thrown earlier. I drank straight from the bottle.

I fucked up. I called Nate several times.

I hadn't talk to Nate since the night I found out he slept with my sister. You don't get to choose who you love... Me of all people should've understood that.

Missed call after missed call, I guessed that he was busy. So I sat in the empty house as the silence consumed me.

I get up and blast music onto the speakers, I then swing my fist back making contact with the wall. "FUCK." I yell out. I stare at my bloody fist and grab my keys.

I storm off into the car.