See You Bleed | ✓

XXIII

I've been standing at his door for thirty minutes now. I'm a coward for not being able to simply ring the damned door.

Five more minutes pass until I finally get to it. "Hey?" Bewildered. Who is this woman and what the fuck is she doing here at eight in the evening?

"Is Max home?" I ask with irritation. Fucking embarrassing.

She smiles, "Oh he's taking a shower, you can come in and wait for him?" she sounds unsure.

"No, it's alright, I'll see him some other time," or never, I think angrily to myself. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to come here?

Waiting for the lift. Why in the world is it taking so long? I feel like I'm going to be sick at any moment. I really regret not bringing my stash. I thought I wouldn't need it.

"Sasha?" I'm so engrossed wallowing in self-pity that I don't notice his door open. I don't dare look into his eyes. "I'm sorry... for interrupting you I mean," I whisper quietly. Where the damn lift?

Suddenly I feel his hand on my chin, lifting it up and forcing me to look into his eyes. "Is there anything else you wanted to say to me?" He tries to hide it, but I see how mad he is. I really shouldn't have come here.

"No... I need to go," the elevator is finally here. His grasp becomes tighter. He's going to bruise my face. But I only feel numb.

"You're not fucking going anywhere," he looks at me with so much rage in his gaze. I try to fight back the tears in my eyes so badly. Please don't cry.

"Max," my voice trembles, "Please let me go." The first tear escapes my eye. Suddenly he takes me in his embrace and I automatically bury my face in the crook of his neck.

Nothing's better than you.