I poured myself my third glass of wine. I felt kind of bad for drinking on a Sunday since it was like the Lord's day or something but I didn't care cause I was hurting and getting drunk was the only thing that helped.
Ever since yesterday's events I never stopped crying. I went home after I woke up on the dance floor (crying while driving) and ran to my room and cried for hours. Trevor tried to get me to talk to him about what happened but I ignored him until I fell asleep. when I woke up again this morning I started crying for another hour or two then came downstairs and immediately started drinking.
The house was unusually quiet and empty. My dad went out to talk to his publisher in New York about his latest book so he wouldn't be home for a few days, my brother was probably banging with some slut somewhere meaning he'd be gone for a few more hours, and my mother was out with her friends at a country club and wouldn't be back until a little before eleven at night. This only made my feelings of loneliness worse but I preferred it more than having to deal with my family while my heart was breaking into a million pieces.
I was slowly starting to feel the effects from the wine as I drank the rest of my glass. I was tempted to drink more but I thought it best to be sober when my brother got home. Plus it was hard for me to think when I was drunk and I needed my brain to help figure out the best way to fix this thing with Colton. As bad as it was to be around him and know I would never have him, it's worse to never see him and crush any hope that's left for me.
So I sat on the couch in our living room and flipped on the TV. I decided to watch reruns of Supernatural but I wasn't paying attention to the show.
I came up with several ways to fix my current problem but they all required seeing Colton and I'm sure the minute I saw him I would break down all over again. But what choice did I have?
I continued to come up with different ways to talk to Colton and I decided it would probably be better to go see Colton rather than call him. That would not be the proper approach for this.
Suddenly I heard the door bell ring which made me jump. My heart started pounding as my mind went through all the possibilities of who that could be. I slowly got up and stalked to the door. If it was who I thought it was then I just might die right there at the front door. I slowly peeked through the peep hole and examined the person on the other side.
It was Trevor. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.
"Hi," Trevor smiled.
"Who was it this time?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"Who was the poor girl that had to deal with you and your fat ass?" I said, smiling jokingly at him.
He rolled his eyes and pushed past me into the house. I followed him into the kitchen and watched him raid the fridge.
"Are you hungry?" I raised my eyebrows as I watched Trevor stuff his face with left over macaroni and cheese.
"Starving! I had such a work out today. I mean damn that girl knew how to throw down!" He smiled at me and wiggled his eyebrows as a picture formed into my head.
"Ew! Oh my God! Trevor shut up! That's disgusting!" He laughed loudly at my reaction and suddenly grew really serious.
"Hey are you ok?" He asked.
I was confused by his question but then I understood that he was talking about last night. Trevor could be a complete asshole sometimes but I knew he still cared about me and would do anything to protect me. I loved that about him.
"Yeah I will be, but I got things to do before I could even consider being ok," I said crossing my arms.
"Do you mind telling me what happened?" Trevor asked. He actually set down the macaroni and cheese meaning he chose my shitty life over food.
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Teach Me How to Love You
Romance"I can help you know." "With what the project? I actually think it would turn out a lot better if I did it on my own," he said, only glancing up once. "That's not what I meant," I said, really hurt at this point, but not enough to stop me. "I was ta...
