Rocky Road

Chapter 10- Face Your Demons

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"Where are we going?" He ignored me starting the car.

"To face your demons."

10 hours before...

Days like these have no meanings, it was a waste of time, of hour, of seconds, I have never been eaten with so much regret in my entire existence. I looked crap, I felt crap. I shuddered thinking about how messed up my life is. Every time I think about his face, how hurt it looked I wanted to shoot myself and it wasn’t helping now as he sat on his break with Amery and his ex friends shouting at each other. It was all getting a bit out of hand and I could hear the rays of curses escaping his mouth- one after the other. The two guys who approached me a couple of nights before stood up with Hugo matching his height.

"The testosterone walking in this room is too much. What is up with boys and squaring their shoulders, gazing into each other's eyes?" Jose asked, her head resting in her hand as we both watched the commotion spilling in front of us. I desperately wanted to go over and soothe Hugo’s anger but like that was going to happen and my eyes never left Amery's hands as she placed them on his shoulder squeezing. She scolded, pulling them all down into their seats. My life was so messed up and it didn’t help him that shall not be named has walked in, placing himself right in front of my counter.

"We need to talk."

"There’s nothing to talk about... what would you like to order?"

"Cleo we need to talk." I gave a brave smile wanting to beat the crap out of him. He was vile and a bastard and I did not want to associate with him any longer than I have to. The thought I laid with this son of a dog is making my stomach churn. What was I thinking? I had a gem and I went for a rock.

"Please you want closure from me and I get it, I'll give you that after our talk." I looked up my expression dead as a fish out of the water; the bruises on his face were still very much alive. He didn’t look too good I had to admit.

"Ok let’s talk. Jose cover for me for 5 minutes, I have something to sort out." Jose gave him the dirtiest look known to man. Michael came out of the kitchen holding a frying pan and gave me the look of 'if I am under attack he had me.' I still remember the heart to heart we had after I had broke down in the diner two nights ago; he was the one that explained to me the deal with Hugo and what happened with his grandparents. I dumped my apron beneath the desk following him to the nearest table. I had to walk past Hugo's table and my cheeks burned furiously. When will I ever learn? But this was the only place we could talk that had people that could defend me against his psycho self. I relaxed in the leather booth as he leaned in entwining his fingers on the table. Several eyes were burning the side of my head and when I turned to look in their direction; his eyes were searing mine like hot fire. My skin prickled knowing he was questioning my decision in a ‘haven’t you had enough of being hurt?’ He broke the contact as he shook his head in disbelief, leaving the diner.

"Great, she has done it again. Why is it that everything you have you end up crushing. Nobody wants you and no one ever will. No one wants a humpty dumpty."

"Leave her alone." I peered at Quentin. Why the hell was he defending me? He had the whole year of the torturous relationship of ours to do that but he didn't. She rolled her eyes as she ran after Hugo. I could feel my heart breaking again knowing she would be there to help him mend, I let him down after knowing how hard it is for him to trust someone, anyone.

"You have it that bad uh? I guess you are over me as you said. But I have a confession to make... I always loved you." I began withdrawing out of the booth. What was wrong with me? Why was I listening to his bull yet again? Something was definitely wrong with me.