Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry for another failed update. My trip took up more time than I thought. And I've been having a hard time lately (doing better though) so I kinda lost my mojo until last night when I wrote most of this chapter.
Next chapter will be from Alex's POV...maybe, I'm not sure. And then it'll maybe be a quick Levi. But don't worry, Emery is getting her two-part chapter soon.
Emery
Thursday, 7:32 pm
You know when you have de ja vu...but this wasn't de ja vu, it was having the same experience as before, but with the feeling you're about to die.
It was 2 minutes after Group started and Mitch was giving his speech, that my new nightmare stepped through the creaky double doors.
There he was, Levi effing Cerlton.
He wasn't in his letterman jacket or wearing his typical smirk. His face was sunken and his eyes bloodshot. But it was him. The same guy that made finally feel love and the same guy who ruined over my life.
He looked awful like he was a victim. He looked exhausted, but there was no way he could be as exhausted as me... I've spent the day under ridicule and feeling worthless.
"Levi," Mitch said with slight dismay. I wasn't sure if it was because he was late, caused trouble, or because he knew that Levi was an awful person, "Welcome back."
Levi didn't respond, he didn't even acknowledge him; he just shuffled towards the center of the circle. His head was low, but not in remorse, in an idiotic pouty way.
He had no right to mope around, acting like he was hurt. I was the one who had to deal with the laughs, the mocking and most of all, being named the weak flawed girl.
He betrayed me, really betrayed me. Not like a petty high school hook up scandal, but life-altering stab.
And he had the dignity to come here, my haven.
While being my safe haven, I hated bringing attention to myself here in Group, because unlike a classroom, this place had a standard of vulnerability I have not reached.
Except the whole world disappeared, the tiled floor and wooden panels faded into a blur of darkness...no one else existed. Just him and I.
Throughout the whole day, I couldn't think of what to say to him if I see him. And I still didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything
I stood up with such force my chair went back an inch. The room felt like it was rocking, a boat purposely trying to toss me overboard.
I approached him.
He was just staring at me. Staring at me with a dumb look in his eyes, as if I wasn't a person, just a broken object.
I've seen a lot of looks in Levi's eyes, but never this stale indifferent look.
I've seen close to it, but never this. He didn't just look indifferent, he looked goddamn dead.
But I was going to make him feel alive again.
I rose my trembling hand and slapped him. I've never hit anyone. I've never felt the need to. I never thought violence was the solution.
But whatever problem he was having, he solved it by violently breaking me.
His head turned when I hit him, he let my hand hit him to the side without any protest.
My hand was throbbing, not in pain, but pulsing blood rushing to my fingertips. My hand was hot. I was sweating. I wasn't used to warmth, I've been living in the cold for the past few months.
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