His Beautiful Mess (Under Editing)

Part 21

The Next Morning.
Saturday morning 8:45am
How had things escalated out of control and what had really happened? Pieces of what transpired after I had blacked out were a haze in my mind. I could remember a few things from fading in and out of consciousness but the rest were just all messed up in my head. I could remember someone carrying me to the room and stripping me out of my clothes but that was all, nothing else had happened or had it?

I contemplated as I sadly wiped at the tears that were still streaming down my cheeks as I wrapped the blanket tightly around me, from where I was perched on the floor. I hadn't shut my eyes to sleep and had cried all through the night till morning. Hoping and waiting he'd come back just to hear me out and explain how everything had happened.

Those hurtful and demeaning words he had called me resurfaced to play in my head causing me to break into a sob. His words had really hit home, I was a stupid and naive girl after all who couldn't tell when she was being set up. My heart was really crumbling and what was hurting me the most was the fact that Yale had compared me to Lillian, claiming I was worse than her. I was nothing like that witch, nothing like her.

A knock sounding at the door made me scramble to my feet and rush towards it hoping beyond anything it was Yale. Wiping at the tears on my face, I took in a deep breath to compose myself before opening the door.

All my built up hope faded away as I stared into the face of the same man who had showed up in front of my apartment to pick me up five days ago.

"Good morning miss." He politely said in a straight face and in all seriousness.

"G-good morning." I drew the blanket around me before responding and as expected my voice was hoarse and my throat was sore and dry.

"Mr Adkins-Benenati asked me to take you back." He offered as an explanation.

"E-excuse me?" I asked not believing what he'd just said.

Where was Yale and why did he ask him to take me back. The man stood there with a straight and stoic face.

"W-where i-is he?" I asked.

"He already left Miss."

"B-but when, how?" I questioned the man as fresh tears started pricking at my eyes.

"He left earlier this morning Miss. When will you be ready?" He asked getting straight to the point.

"Umm, ummm, please give me a few minute to freshen up." I managed to get the words past the lump that had formed in my throat.

So this was it, this was the end? He didn't even want to see me or even be near me? Was he disgusted and repulsed at the mere sight of me? Because of something I had no idea about and he wouldn't even listen to?

I slowly shut the door after, stumbling back a little with my hand over my chest. The dull ache that was present there was increasing by the second and it was killing me. I made my way towards the bathroom in a daze and numb.

I had somehow managed to take my bath, cleaned up the room and pack my stuff despite the fact that I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. Getting up from the bed, I straighten out imagery wrinkles on the black sweatshirt I wore to cover up the bruise I had on my arm. My whole body felt sore from him pushing me away too hard like a contagious disease.

My hand unconsciously went to my butt to rub on the dull pain there.

"No Faye, stop crying. Everything will be fine, you just need to talk to Yale and tell him everything. And tell him you love him too." I said to myself, brushing the fresh set of tears from my eyes and grabbed hold of my stuff.