Don't Do This To Me ~ Sonny Robertson (Roadtrip)

Chatper 1 - An undertstanding of the Pain

Sonny's POV
All it took to wake me was a slight shiver received from an English winter breeze and I groaned at the revolting factor of getting out of bed. As I became aware of my surroundings, disappointment filled my mind with consequences of life. I melted in my bed, and for just a little while I pretended like I didn't have to get up. Sooner or later, and by later I mean an hour later, I hurled myself out of bed and strutted away from it so I wasn't tempted to get back in it. I dragged myself to the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror. What a sight to see.
I made eye contact with the shower, and gave it the death stare because this very place is when my darkest thoughts find it interesting to arise. With the right motivation, I stepped into the shower and let the steaming hot water consume me. 5 seconds in and I felt my thoughts visiting already. Here we go again.

20 minutes later and I was ready to go to work. I looked outside my frost covered window to see my car, and then reached out for my keys. Only problem was that my keys weren't where they usually are and I really wasn't in the mood to hunt them down yet I didn't have a choice. I began to look for them everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. I figured I should search for them down the sides of the sofa, what are the odds. I reached my hand down the sides and hoped they would just appear in my hand. That wasn't the case but something else did find itself in my hand. It sure wasn't my keys and it felt nothing like them, so I pulled it out to the surface out of curiosity but what made itself visible to my eyes predictably ruined my whole day for sure.

In my hand was a Polaroid of my most recent love, we ended things last week painfully and didn't know how to handle myself in the moment. I stared at it longingly, and felt myself getting heated all of a sudden. Without realisation yet hesitation, I rushed to the bin with the picture still in my hand. Before letting it go, I took one last dreadful look at it and then let it go. What's done is done. Never again.

After that, I had given up looking for my keys and most definitely didn't want to find anything else like that again. Not right now. I decided to call my best mate, and get him to drive me to work because nonetheless I didn't think I was in the right mind state to drive anyways. I slid my phone out of my pocket, clicked on his contact and it rang for about 5 seconds before he picked up.
"Hey Gibson, I need you to pick me up on your way today." I spoke, desperately trying to disguise the disappointment within my voice.
"No problem, be there in 5. Be ready!" And with that he hung up.

He honked to signal that he was outside, and I grabbed my stuff and took off. As I got into the car, the strong obvious smell of weed filled his car as I shut the door. It was me, crap. The smile on Brooks face dropped.
"Sonny, we've talked about this."
"Brook, please. Not today."
"But I have to tell you-" I cut him off louder this time.
"I beg you. Not today."
He started to drive and I threw my head into my hands, trying to stay as quiet as possible. When I lifted my head up, my eyes revealed themselves as red with irritation. It was almost as if the tears were pleading for their way out. I miserably gazed outside the window, the same damned thoughts circling my head.
"Listen, I hate seeing you like this."
It was comforting to know he cared this much, but I had to stop him before he ruined my day any more than it already was.
"Brook, I just went through a heartbreak. I'm supposed to feel like this, and if at any point today I act fine, that's when you start to worry okay?" We laughed it off, but with every flinch my heart ached. I didn't want to feel like this, but there was nothing I could do but suffer through this god awful love.
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