Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Three

I couldn't sleep last night. When I closed my eyes, I saw Ty and Navea together. He called me last night. Apologising and asking me to come back. I wonder what happened after I left. Did they fight? Or they left the house, afraid I might come again.

I need to get my work uniform. I hope he isn't home when I go. I cannot deal with him right now. Tabitha's voice distract me from my thoughts.

"Hey girl." She greets me.
"Hi." I greet back.

I follow her into kitchen and sit on one of the stools. She shuffles with some stuff on platform behind her then opens the fridge.

"Why didn't you eat breakfast if you were up early?" She scolds me.

"I'm not hungry. I was just waiting until you wake up so I can go back home."

"Oh you ain't leaving 'till you had something to eat." She threatens me. I giggle and ask her for some cereal.

"So, Tyrone called." This makes her stop mid work and turn to look at me.

She raises her eyebrow, gesturing me to continue.

"He was apologising profusely. Begging me to come back. And other things." I tell her.

"Do you want to go back?" She sits down beside me.

"I don't know." I let out a sigh.

"Do you love him?" She asks the obvious.

"Of course. I love him alot. I have loved him when we were just friends. You know we were never really only friends. We have always said we were more than that. We kinda knew, we would end up together someday. He is the only person I saw in my future, whenever I thought about it."

"Can you forgive him for what he did to you?"

"No. I can't. But then I want to hear what he have to say." I explain.

"He cheated on you with your childhood best friend. Can you forget that?" She asks.

"I don't know. He never did these kind of things before. We haven't been stable since last two months. Always fighting. Maybe that's what led to this?" I ask myself more than I ask her.

"Look. Listen to what he have to say. To everything. Then rationalise what you feel. Until then, eat your cereal and I'll drive you home." She goes back to making her breakfast.

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"Sure you don't want me to come in?" She asks for the hundredth time.

"No Tabi. I'll be fine." I smile at her, hoping it looks convincing.

I unbuckle my seat belt and get out, closing the door behind me. I look at our house.

"See you at work." Tabitha shouts over closed window. I nod my head and start walking. Praying he isn't home.

The key to the house in resting in my bag, which is resting on the sofa in the house. I slightly pull up the doormat and grab the spare key kept there for when I forgot my own. I put the key in lock and the door opens with a sound.

I lock the door then put my coat on the coat hanger near by. When I turn around, I brace myself to face him. I knew he would be here. His scent, the one that I gifted him and he buys it every month now, lingers in the air.

I search his face. Still the same, handsome, but now holds uncertainty. I take one step at a time, delaying whatever he wants to say or do.

I decide to ignore him and go straight to the bedroom. He steps in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. I hesitate to look up at him. His face has always proven to diffuse my anger and I do not want that to happen today.

"Won't you even look at me?" He asks softly. His voice does its magic and I automatically pull my face up.

"Kiara, I- I am sorry. I know sorry isn't enough but I don't know what else to say."

"Tyrone, I can't deal with this. I just came to get ready for work." I put my hand up to stop him.

"I know I made a mistake-"

"Please Tyrone. Just, let me go and get ready." I sigh.

"Kia-" He starts again.

"Please! I know you want to say your part but I am not ready to listen. Not today. Give me some time. I would listen to you, but just today let me be." I join my hands in front of him, begging him to let go.

He nods his head yes then backs up. I stay in the same spot for a second then make my way to the bedroom.

I take a quick shower, blow dry my hair and put on my work clothes. When I come back out, Ty is gone. Even thought I said him that I don't want to listen to him, I was hoping he would still be waiting for me. I feel a heavy feeling in my chest and the tears leak out of my eyes.

I wipe them away with the back of my hand and grab my bag. Whatever, if he won't put in any effort why should I? Locking the door behind me I go to work with a broken heart.