I woke up this morning, still worried about Liza. I never meant to hurt her. She means so much to me, and I want to be there for her as she grieves. I'm hoping the things she said aren't true. I know she was drunk, but it still hurts. I miss Gabbie just as much as the next person, but Liza's taking this especially hard. I remembered we set the Find Friends app up together when we started dating. I can't believe I didn't just use that, instead of going behind her back.
I wanted to make sure she was at home, so I could go talk to her. Pulling up the app, I remembered I had multiple people set up with my account-- one of them being Gabbie. I sighed, deciding it's worth a try. Tapping on her icon, the map hovers over her house. Location nine days ago. Disappointment washes over my face, but I kind of expected it. Moving on, I tap the icon with my girlfriend's face. Confusion seeps into my brain as I see she's at Zane's house.
I decide to go see her anyway. I'll admit, I'm a little skeptical of the reason she's at Zane's, but it's probably nothing. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a basic black sweatshirt. I grabbed my hat off the counter as I made my way outside. I slid in the front seat of my Tesla and made my way to Zane's house. Pulling up, I started to get a little anxious. I mean, I'm not gonna find anything, right? Taking a deep breath, I followed the path up to the front door.
I knocked once, lightly rapping my knuckles on the wood. No answer. Knocking again, my heart rate started to pick up. What exactly is going on here? Still no response. Hesitantly, I placed my hand on the knob and turned, slowly opening the door. Light floods into the foyer and I notice two figures further into the house. Stepping inside with my eyes narrowed, I traipse over to the sleeping bodies. I gape at the scene in front of me. Liza is sleeping on the couch with her head resting on Zane's chest. It is very evident that she spent the night. His arm is resting on her body.
"Um, what am I looking at?" I ask loudly enough to wake them up. Liza's eyes flutter open. Drowsiness is soon replaced with shock as she realizes what the scene looks like.
"David, I swear, it's not what it looks like," she said frantically, trying to explain herself.
"It's not. I would never do anything like that. David, you have to believe us," Zane pressed.
"David, you have to believe me," Liza pleaded, tears threatening to spill. "I just needed someone to talk to. We just fell asleep. Nothing happened. I promise!" she insisted.
"Liza, I just can't deal with you right now. It seems like everything you do causes problems. And they don't usually affect you the most," I said, anger flashing in my words.
'What do you mean?" she asked, hurt.
"Everything that's been happening to you is your own damn fault! You push me away every chance you get, but then get hurt when I don't talk to you. All of your friends try to cheer you up, but you refuse to even try to move on. Gabbie is out there somewhere, her mangled body lying on a concrete floor dead because of you!" I screamed. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Her face dropped, in shock of the words that just sliced through the air. "L-Liza, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," I tried to say.
"No, you know what, David? I think you're right. Because I'm really sick of you, too," she snarled, rage dripping from her words. "It's definitely my fault that my best friend is gone. It's definitely my fault my boyfriend doesn't care enough to listen to me when I have problems. And it's most definitely my fault nobody else in this city gives a single fuck over what happens to her," she lashes out, taking a step closer to me after every sentence. "So, go, David. Leave, if I'm too much for you to handle. And, don't come crawling back to me when you realize whose fault this really is."
I've never seen Liza this angry. It scares me, knowing the potential rage has to make people do insane things. I think the best move right now is to give her space. I didn't mean any of the stuff I said. I wish we could just see eye-to-eye on this. We got along so well before this. But, all of the good memories are clouded by the menacing person standing in front of me, daring me to make a decision. "Liza, can we just talk?" I ask, trying to soften the mood.
"Do I look like I'm open to discussion? You didn't want to 'talk' all of the times I needed to. So, no. We can't talk. Leave," she spits. It pains me to see her like this. I don't want this to be the end.
"Does this mean we're... over?" I questioned, a pang in my voice.
"Yeah, kind of. I mean, you've been a pretty shitty boyfriend. If you can even call it that," she said harshly, looking away from my gaze. My stomach dropped. I didn't expect that answer. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears and turned to go. Refusing to look back, I cross the distance between us and the exit. Getting into my car without ever meeting eyes with her, I pull out of the driveway and head down the street. Once I'm out of sight of them, I pull the car over and break down. My head falls to the steering wheel and I can't bear the heavy feeling on my chest. I can tell passersby are watching, but there's nothing stopping me now. My world just stopped revolving.
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She's Gone
Fanfiction"'David, Gabbie can't be next,' I said, my voice breaking. He pulled me into his chest, and I broke down sobbing. 'She's not safe,' I wailed. He stroked my hair, knowing there was nothing he could say."
