Call Me Helpful but its CallMeKevin

4

The hot shower was something I really needed but the fact I didn't have my make up on me. Feeling more naked as I grabbed onto my dress as it was the only thing I had when I was forced out of my apartment. I had to go back there tomorrow soon enough. Hearing a knock I looked to the door and open it up slightly. Kevin was covering his eyes and looking the other way as he handed me to look like a shirt that he owned.

"Here, have this." He mumbled, as I grabbed onto it and pulled it in. "Sorry, biggest one I own, you can use this while you can wash your dirty clothes." He announced to me, as I started to close the door. "Washer's down the hall to the left on the last door." 

"Thank you, Kevin." I say as I dropped my towel to the floor,  slipping on my shirt. "It was very nice of you to do this for me." I frowned at what happened. 

"I don't mind, I just hope you know I didn't bring you here because... because of the last time." Kevin brought that up. My heart dropped a little as I heard his hand touch the door and dragged it down. "You didn't text or a call me since, but I understood."

"It's okay, Kevin." I said. "I just couldn't face you again, and I don't deserve this treatment... but I'm happy you would." I gather everything I wore including my panties that were not on me as they were the lace and uncomfortable if dirty kind so I would have to wash it. I open the door and see Kevin look at me from my toes to my head and he looked away from me to the floor. "Uhm..." I started as I felt slightly worried and pushed past him. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna wash these." I looked back to him to return my words.

"Okay, okay..." Kevin muttered, turning back around and facing away as I did the same thing to him. "Feck..." He had a heavier step than all the other ones. I could tell that he wasn't exactly happy this was how we meet after some time has past between us.

Opening up the door that contain the washer and dryer, it was just a simple closet. I quickly dumped my few belongings in there; adjusting the shirt on me because I felt a breeze come up the shirt which was unpleasant. My skin felt the chill and my heart was already feeling colder since the last time I saw my ex fiance. Starting the washer, I set my hands on top of it.

Why did he do this to me?

My sobs began for the fourth time in least than two hours as I tried to contain myself. Maybe we weren't broken up yet, maybe if I can get that other woman out of our house I can get him to love me again?