More Time
Imagine for Kaeli♡
(otherworldly_dreamer)
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I hear the door slam downstairs and immediately know Austin is home. He's been out a lot these past days and he's always come home drunk for some reason. It seems like his only coping mechanism.
Walking downstairs, I see him stumbling around the kitchen. He opens the fridge and grabs a beer bottle.
"You need to stop drinking."
I took the bottle out of his hand and put it back into the fridge. Austin looks hurt and snatches the glass bottle back.
"Austin," I scold, retrieving it once again and placing it back in the refrigerator.
"Why are you being such a bitch?" He squints, turning to leave the kitchen.
My heart hurts as I watch him exit the room but I follow him soon after, up the stairs. He saunters into our bedroom and takes his leather jacket off. I lean against the doorframe with my arms crossed as I observe his being. He's stressed, I can tell. Anxious, maybe. He's been very busy lately and he always comes home late for the studio.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Austin mutters, glaring at me from a few feet away.
Rolling my eyes, I enter the bedroom and head towards my phone on the nightstand. Pressing the home button, I see it's 1:34 AM. I'm not surprised.
"You should get some rest," I say to Austin although my back is turned to him.
"Don't you think you should get some rest too, after all, being a whore is tiring," he responds and my mouth drops open within a second. I whip my head around to face him and he's wearing a smirk on his face. The kind of smirk that makes you want to slap that person.
"Exc-"
"Yeah, I know what you do behind my back. You go out and fuck every guy in sight. Admit it," he sneers.
Tears start to pool in my eyes. How dare he falsely accuse me of all these things when I should be the one asking him what he's been doing. He claims he's coming home late because of work, but I think we all know it's far past just work. He could be with a hundred some other girls for all I know.
"You know what? I don't care anymore," I scoff as I get off the bed and head towards the closet, "I don't care what you think I do when you're not here. I'm done fighting and I'm so done fighting for us."
Walking into the closet, I go to the back and find a small suitcase. It's usually used for when Austin goes on short business trips but now I'm using it and I'm going for good.
"Kaeli, what are you doing?" Austin comes into the closet and stops me from throwing numerous amounts of clothes into the suitcase.
"What does it look like, Austin?" I furrow my eyebrows.
He grabs my arm tightly and presses me against the back of the door. Looking into his eyes, they've turned a dark, dark brown, almost black. He's angry.
"You are not leaving me."
I wince from his extremely right grip on my wrist.
"Austin, you're hurting me," I sob.
He glances at my wrist and immediately lets it go. "Kaeli, I'm so s-"
"I hate you so much," I mutter under my breath, pushing past him to finish packing my things.
Droplets of tears are staining my cheeks and I can't help but cry harder every time I hear Austin trying to apologize to me. It's too late, it's too late.
