Rented

Chapter 43

I start pushing bodies as I make my way out of the crowd hurriedly. The feeling of nausea and claustrophobia overwhelming and I just need to get out.

I hear the crowd cheer as the song comes to an end but I don't stop. As I'm nearly inside I hear Harry call out my name but I keep going. I make it inside and run straight to the nearest bathroom. Before the door is even completely shut I lift the lid and start to throw up. I hold my own hair out of my face as I vomit and finally feel the hot tears wet my cheeks.

A mixture of emotions clouds my mind. I feel repulsed by the images I had to witness of Harry making out with not just any woman, but a grown lady. I feel stupid to have thought he had actually not been with anyone else after our breakup but what I hate the most is that I feel jealous. Part of me wants to go to that lady's mansion and rip off her extensions but it's not her I should take my anger out with, but the boy who promised he loved me not even hours ago and had lied to me.

I let out a sob as I feel my body empty, finally able to stop throwing up. I'm about to stand up when I hear a knock on the door "Ames, is that you?"

I try to lock the door but am too slow to do so because he opens it before I get the chance. He looks at my red, tear stained face and then the toilet before sighing.

"I didn't know you were sick" he sighs, running a hand through his hair "Come, let's get you cleaned up baby".

"Stop" I hoarsely choke out.

"Ames, it's okay. There's no shame in being sick-"

I laugh "The only thing I'm sick of is lies!" I scream causing him to take a step back, perplexed.

Before he can open his mouth and fill my mind with more lies and has me wrapped up around his finger like a puppet I push him by the chest so I can leave. I make my way to the kitchen where I know my keys are,  I don't know where I'm going but I need to leave before I cause a big scene, my house is still packed with guests.

"Amelia!  Amelia!" Harry is hot on my heels but I do not stop to listen.

I feel him wrap his hand around my wrist and I'm pulled back to face him "Let go of me" I pronounce every word slowly, trying to get him to see how serious I am.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on. One minute ago you were fine and now you're screaming and running away from me like I murdered someone"

The irony is that he didn't murder someone but it sure as hell feels like I'm being slowly killed. Every second I am in the same space as him I feel the need to cry increment.

"I'm serious Harry, if you don't let go now I'm going to start yelling for help" I threaten. He gives me a look like I wouldn't dare and I raise a brow as in saying try me. He finally let's me go and instead of giving him answers I spin around and grab the keys from the counter.

I basically run outside, desperate to leave. "Amelia please just tell me what's going on. Don't you think after you ghosted me for months with no explanation I deserve it?"

This causes me to stop dead in my tracks. I spin around to face him and he looks angry which causes my anger to rise. He has no rights to be angry when he's the one who's been lying and sleeping around with cougars. The audacity!

"You deserve it? You deserve it?" I repeat with a mocking laugh "Don't you think I deserved the truth?"

"What are you-"

"Stop playing dumb Harry!"  I scream at the top of my lungs, tired of his naive act.  I get a couple of looks but they rush inside quickly. "You lied to me. That's what you did! You said you hadn't been with anyone after me and then I find out you've been sleeping with some, some MILF!"