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HARLEY
Shattered glass. That was the only thing I could hear in the millisecond that I opened my eyes, hearing yet another crash right in the other room, of a large book hitting a wall. Or a fist. What the fuck? My head was aching, as I leaned myself up and winced.
I was extremely tired, but my curiosity got the best of me at this point. I peered around to the kitchen, where I could see Audrey sitting on the floor, leaning against the counter and sobbing. I blushed slightly seeing that she was wearing a sports bra and short shorts, without a shirt. I knocked on the wall, causing her head to jerk to the direction I was standing in.
She looked like she was in complete emotional agony as she quickly wiped her tears and stood up. She stuttered to try to say anything, but she didn't end up speaking a single word. I didn't know what to say to her, because I had no idea what could be troubling her. She seemed like a normal human being, but I am far from that.
"What's wrong?" I finally managed to ask, walking closer to her slowly, trying not to alarm her. It was currently 3 in the morning, and she's in here sobbing uncontrollably. She sighed, shaking her head, as if she didn't even want me to ask.
"My ex girlfriend is just... texting me. Telling me how fucked up of a person I am for... she's right. I'm fucked up. So fucking fucked up!" The sudden raise in her voice startled me, and she went back to crying quietly. "Audrey... no, that's not true —"
"It is! Don't try to fucking tell me I'm normal. How would you even know, huh?"
I gasped, and it felt like the air had gotten caught in my throat as she yelled. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cursed. "Harley, I'm so sorry. Fuck..."
She was all over the place, practically tearing at her hair as she paced around the room. I watched as she started sobbing again, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
I shushed her gently, pulling her in for a hug as she stopped moving. She accepted, wrapping her arms around me and crying into the crook of my neck. I held her there as she continued on and on, not stopping.
We stood there for about five minutes, her crying and me holding her for comfort. She pulled away, focusing on the ground with a single tear left in her eye. She looked so depressed. Her eyes were blood shot red, and her face was completely stained with tears that she didn't bother wiping.
My shirt was wet from the tears, seeping through and touching my skin lightly. You barely know Audrey, yet you have this sudden urge to punch whoever said that to her in the face. You want to make that girl pay, in the worst way. You wanted to ruin her life, but why? Audrey barely knew you, and you barely knew her.
She sat down on one the chairs next to the counter top, slouching and resting her arms on the marble surface as she still stared blankly into space. Her hair was a mess, and there were empty bottles of vodka everywhere. "Audrey, you can't drink the pain away," I sighed, grabbing the only bottle of vodka with a lot still in there and putting in the fridge. "Why not? I can get drunk and forget about things," she slurred, her eyes drooping down.
I didn't think I'd see her like this, let alone think that she'd be a destructive person. She always looked so peaceful. But, this was no reason for anyone to hate her, or mistreat her. "Because, can't you see? You drank a bunch of shit and now you're sobbing uncontrollably in your kitchen, that only makes things worse."
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Trauma ➸ Audrey Jensen [1]
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