Bestfriends In Trouble

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter 19

I woke up the next morning at 11am. I drank beers on my way home. My head aches a lot. I couldnt even stop from crying last night. Fpr messing up again.

Why did I kiss Brittany? Why did I cheat on Eleanor? Why did I betray my friends?

Im such an asshole. I hate myself!

I have to talk to Eleanor and apologize. I have to fix this for our baby. I have to-

I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. Then I puked. Ugh.

Why am I even a drunkard? Bullshit.

I showered and put some clean clothes on. Ran downstairs and made a cup of coffee.

After that, I ran to El's house. I threw pebbles at her window. No response. So I decided to use to front door.

I knocked as hard as I could. Still no response.

"ELEANOR!!!!" I screamed lungs out. "ELEANOR PLEASE LET ME EXPLAIN!!!"

Tears started falling down my face. I feel so hopeless.

"ELEANOR!!!" I shouted so loud that even our other neighbors came out from their houses to see who the fuck is making that noise.

"ELEANOR!! PLEASE!!!" I knocked even harder at her door.

"Ken!" A man called out. His name is Mr. Sven. I looked at him. He wanted to say something but he cant. "Ken, Eleanor and her family have moved out this morning."

"What? No no no. That cant be. They cant just move out that fast!" I said.

"They just did. So if I were you, I would stop screaming and disturbing the whole neighbourhood." He said and walked out.

Eleanor? She moved out. They moved out. What am I gonna do? She totally left me. She's gone.

I tried calling my friends but it all went to voicemail.

I have to know where Eleanor is. I have to. She has our baby.

But everyone hates me.

Im gonna die.

Im going to die.

Eleanor's POV

Ken is my major heartbreak. I still cant believe he would do that to me. I thought I was enough for him.

So the next morning, I told my parents everything while crying, sobbing, weeping. It just hurt a lot. Everything was perfect but it just slipped out. Everything went wrong. I had enough. I had to end it.

My parents decided that we should move out. Away from Ken.

We're not that rich. We dont own many properties. But Mom decides that we should head to her home state, Tennessee.

I agreed because Im too hurt. Too vulnerable. But I didnt think we sould move out instantly. But we still did anyways.

So that's the end of it.

The end of our story.

I loved Ken. But I love myself more. He doesnt deserve it anymore. I've forgiven him many times. And that was the last straw.

I couldnt say goodbye to him because I dont even want to face him. He deserves it.

So now its official, I hate Ken Rogers.