c/eight. mellifluous

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mel·lif·lu·ous
məˈliflo͞oəs/
adjective
(of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear.

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You know what I said about Josh?

Scratch that. I can't fucking stand him being nothing but friendly to me. I can't even bear the fact that he doesn't even like me as more than a friend.

After he'd left my house yesterday night, a couple hours after the 'towel incident', I found that I felt empty.

And I still am, sitting on the couch, on the very same spot that I sat when I was next to Josh yesterday.

I didn't need friends. I just needed to fill the void that Brad left. Not because he broke up with me, no... It was over months before we even decided to end it.

Me and Brad's relationship was absolutely toxic. We were no good for each other, and for some stupid reason, it took me three years to realize it.

I had let Brad drag me around like a ragdoll because I believed that I truly loved him, that I'd marry him someday. I moved in with him after a year and three months thinking that I'd settle down with him.

I was crazy to think I had to settle down at the ripe age of twenty four years old.

I know people get married and have kids at that age, but it wasn't in my plans.

The abuse didn't start until our two year and four months mark. He never hit me, but I think I'd rather have had him hit me than speak to me in the way that he used to.

I waited, I waited for ten more months. I thought Brad would change. I thought there was something going on in his life. Maybe some sort of traumatic experience that he was afraid to tell, or something.

But when he cheated on me, that was the last straw.

And the worst part is, he doesn't even know that I'm well aware about his affairs. I had walked up to him and told him I didn't feel it anymore. It was true, for the most part  – I really wasn't feeling it.

I regret not being clear with him about why I decided to end things. I regret being scared that telling the truth might make him yell at me and leave the house again – leave the bills, the people, his surroundings. I was afraid his drug problems might come back. Even if I was heartbroken, I still cared about Brad.

He had taken my news in a relatively calm way. Instead of yelling at me – or any other aggressive ways – he just simply told me "okay", followed by "grab all your things and get out".

Who would have thought that I'd like a guy so easily after going through this shit with Brad?

Is it even worth it?

I grab my phone and dial Josh's number. I think my argument to myself was absolutely invalid.

"Hello?" He picks up.

"Hey, Josh." I stand up from the couch with a smile on my face, tucking my bangs behind my ears.

Josh let's out one of his mellifluous laughs and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat. "Hey there, Kayla. Missing me that much?" Josh teases.

Hah, you don't even know. "Don't think you're so special, Dun." I laugh.

Josh scoffs. "I'm very offended now." He pauses to laugh, letting me know he was being sarcastic. "Not to sound rude, but may I know what you called me for, lady?"

I smiled. I really had no clue why I called him, but an idea came to mind. "I know you were just here yesterday, but uh, do you wanna come over?" I bite my lip, waiting for his answer.

Josh chuckles. "Oh, so you do miss me, huh?

I scratch the back of my neck. Fuck it. "I do." I bravely blurt out, but instead of Josh flirting back, he laughed it off and said yes.

What have I gotten myself into?

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OKAY so this was sort of a filler chapter but I promise you, SHIT IS GONNA GO DOWN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

get fucking ready

- Vi

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