What Happened to Wyatt

10 ｒｅｖｅｌａｔｉｏｎ

I've found myself standing outside of Iris's apartment door. I can't seem to bring myself to knock. Not yet. I take a deep breath. My foot is tapping furiously as I stare at the grey door that seems to loom before me. My face is rigid with tension. It's been a fitfully sunny day. A day that will either see the dawn of my new life or snap my dreams in two. With Gabriel's words in mind, I knock. I wait for what seemed like ages, my mind racing, my heart beating uncontrollably. I'm drowning in the apprehension.

Suddenly the door opens to reveal a man with damp blonde hair, the only thing covering his bare body is a white towel strewn around his waist. The shower is still running, I can hear it from where I stand, but it's not the only thing I hear.

"Matt, you should know better than to keep me waiting...What's taking you so long?" I can make out Iris's voice from within the apartment. My mouth sets into a hard line. Pure, hot rage bubbles up inside of me. I'm hurt beyond words and I can't believe the scene before me is my reality. I stand there staring the stranger in front of me down for a moment before I compose myself, my taunt muscles relaxing. Every emotion that had been displayed on my face is gone in an instant. He's not worth it. Besides, I don't have any fight left in me.

"Give me a minute, Rissa!" Towel guy calls back into the apartment before he turns to me. "Uh, can I help you?" He asks. I pretend to glance at the room number.

"Sorry, wrong apartment," I mutter coldly before heading back the way I came.

One disagreement, one disagreement and she had run off and into other man's arms. She's not the person I thought she was. I don't know if I'm more angry or heartbroken but I know I'm definitely not okay. I have to get out of this building. The whirlpool of emotions churning inside of me is begging to be released. How could I be so blind, so naive? How could I let my guard down so quickly? Whatever it was that Iris and I had shared, it's done. I'm done. I want nothing more than to erase the past few weeks spent with her, I want to wind back the clock to a time when I didn't even know her name least of all how it felt to love her. I reach the front entrance of the apartment building and burst out the double doors. I breathe in the fresh afternoon air before getting into my car. Luckily it doesn't stall.

I rev the engine and pull out of the parking lot and out onto the road and I just drive. I have no idea where I'm going but I don't care. I just have to get away, away from everyone and everything. I don't know how long I drive for but it seems like hours. I finally stop when I realize I have no idea where I am. I just sit there, in my parked car, and for a few measly seconds, I'm completely and utterly numb. Then it all hits me. Everything comes flooding back. Everything. The pain seems to overcome me. A thousand different emotions battle to overtake me. The pressure, the pure intensity of it all seems to be pushing up against my lungs, blocking all of my airways. I can't breathe.

I want to cry out, I want to scream, to yell, but no sound escapes me. I just remained seated, hyperventilating, completely losing it. I ram my fist into the steering wheel before I bite my lip, cursing inwardly. How could I have been so stupid? Why the hell did these things keep happening to me? I think back to something Gabriel had said. What was the point?  What was the damn point? I'm hopelessly broken, hopelessly damaged. What had I ever done to deserve this?

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Eventually, I had found my way home and now I'm sprawled out on the couch. I've finally gathered myself and I'm feeling much more stable than I was a few hours ago. Now I just feel detached. I've been waiting for my phone to finish charging so I can call my sister back. Olivia had called numerous times over the past few weeks but I hadn't had the energy to talk to her, let alone tell her I still hadn't made a decision. Now all I want is to hear the sound of her voice, even if she's just going to nag me. My phone, a crappy Samsung Stratosphere, suddenly lights up, having charged to 100%. I unplug the charger from the wall, as well as from my phone, and dial Olivia's number. She picks up around the second ring.