Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 47

Angie's POV

"You're home at last..." Liz said sleepily as she stood by my bedroom door "You've been with Munchkin?"

"I don't really want to talk about that Liz..." I shook my head as I nervously paced my room up and down.

"Why? What happened? Did you guys have a fight or---"

"I'm leaving Liz..." I spoke in a monotone as I stood in the middle of my room. Truth is I didn’t really feel anything anymore. I was numb. Everything in me was numb.

"WH--- WHAT!?"

I sighed. "I'm going back to the States... I can't be here any more--- I can't---" I burst out crying. "I just can't keep this shit going on...” I stated as I tried to compose myself –for heaven’s sake I had to compose myself if I wanted to leave that place. I had a deep intake of breath, swallowed my tears and looked at Liz in the eye. “I'm leaving. Tonight..." I added and turned to my closet, getting my clothes out and throwing them onto the bed.

"But why--- what happened?"

"Everything's fucked up... I can't stay any longer..."

"Did you and Mark have a fight?"

"DON'T---" I shouted at her and Liz froze. "Don't even mention his name..." I said softly and started packing my things in a suitcase.

"Angie, I'm not letting you go anywhere until you tell me what happened!" she grabbed my arm maybe harder than necessary and made me face her. "One day you're having with Mark the relationship you always wanted to have and the next one you're leaving? What the hell is wrong with you woman? You can't appreciate the good opportunities life's giving you with or what!?"

"You don't understand shit Liz... I won't even bother to talk to you anymore..." I said rudely as I freed myself from her grip and started zipping my bag. "Every time I had a problem and you gave me advice I ended up fucking things up..."

"What the hell are you saying? Angie, you're not like this!"

"I am not like this!?” I growled between teeth. “I am like this because of you!” I yelled at her. “If I hadn't followed your advice, I wouldn't have ever called Mark back then and I wouldn't have gone on a date with him... He wouldn't have fucked me and you would've kept your mouth shut instead of convincing me to have an abortion! If it hadn't been for you I wouldn't have even moved to London and I wouldn't have fucking met him again..." I said almost without breathing. I didn't care about anything anymore, why should I anyways?

"I--- I can't believe you... I can't believe you really think that of me, Angie! After all these years!?” she yelled back. “You say that I pushed you to call Mark? Well, yeah okay I did insist you called him but let me tell you something: I didn't make you sleep with him." Liz spat poker-faced. I knew I had hurt her feelings but to be honest, I didn't care. "It was you who made that decision Angie. You wanted to sleep with Mark and if you had been as wise as you are now to tell me that everything that happeend in your life is because of me, then maybe you should have told Mark to wear protection...!"

"You're a bitch..." I said between clenched teeth and collected my passport and some other stuff from my night table before I headed down the stairs towards the front door. I had called a cab the minute I got in the house and it was already waiting for me outside.

"Whatever Angie..." Liz said and I thought I could spot a drop of sadness in her voice. "The minute you cross that door you can forget all about me..."

"Brilliant!" I sarcastically exclaimed while opening the front door. "I was just waiting for you to say it. Send my regards to Paul and Greta..." I added before I closed the door behind me.