Fuck Love

8th Chapter

"What in Heaven's name is going on here?"

The hormone levels in the room had risen so high that Keith and I were oblivious to reality, sucking my sister and her boyfriend into that portal with us as they tried to calm us down. So that meant that we didn't hear the car pull into the driveway outside or even hear the lock turning on the door, indicating that my parents were home.

"Brienna you better have answers!" Dad's stern voice echoed again.

"Sir, this is my fault. Please- -''
My father simply raised his hand to silence Kyrie.

"And my couch! What is going on here? Briena my house is not of the fret houses you go to parties for! Who's going to clean that?"
My mom was fuming. It's safe to say she was angry at the fact that her humble abode was semi- trashed than the fact she found us drinking in it.

I half stumble towards her. This feels like when you have to walk in a straight to prove to your friends that you're not wasted. And they end up laughing at you because you're clearly fucking wasted. Except this time no amusement can be acknowledged in the room. Right now, there is overwhelming
silence, you could probably drop a pin and heads would turn.
"Mom I'm sorry, I'll clean it up. We were all just trying..."

"Diana you reek of alcohol and if you know what's best for you, I suggest to make your way to a bathroom and put yourself together!" I almost jump at my father's words. Looking to my mother with sorrowful eyes, I walk past her and make my way to the stairs. I hear a debate between my sister and our parents behind me and I can't help but feel bad even though the idea was hers. It is also very obvious that the only reason why I'm not getting burned like everyone else, is because they all still look at me like I'm fragile. Like the worst has already happened. Like Jacque is gone...

What's the opposite of lactose intolerant? While at it, can someone be addicted to milk? I silently make my way downstairs for my dose and possibly a snack because I missed dinner last night. That gin and vodka knocked me right out. The moment I make it down and move towards the kitchen I notice it's already occupied. Keith.
How I still remember events of yesterday is beyond me, but the present moment I'm not energetic enough to talk to him. So I turn to go back to my room, guess my hunger will have to wait.

"I'm sorry."
The words stop me on my tracks. I don't say anything, I just stand there, still, for a couple seconds and guess he takes that as a que to say more.
"I shouldn't have said what I said about Jacque.I didn't mean to imply that he was going to die..." My heart sinks at that. "I don't know him like that but he seems like a pretty tough guy Diana, I think he'll pull through."
This time I slowly turn to face him. Still not saying a word.
"It's just that what you said got me worked up, and the way you looked at me just made me feel like some kind of monster and..."

"This is beginning to sound a lot less like an apology." I practically whisper. We both stare at each other.

"Look I'm just saying you're not a saint in this either..." He ranted.

"I never claimed to be!" I exclaimed in a whisper so I wouldn't wake everybody else up. I was already on my parents' bad books at the moment. No mistakes were up for taking.

"Diana..." He continued the dialogue, but I cut him off.
"No!no! You listen to me. I can acknowledge my wrongs okay. But for you to speak about such a delicate matter like it's a joke? That's a low, even for you!" I end the statement with my index making contact with his chest and I point at him. Didn't even notice that I had moved towards him so quickly.

"You want to know what's low? Bringing up private matters, that even you shouldn't know, for everyone to just laugh about!" He's doing the pointing now,except he's not making any physical contact.

"I didn't know it was that serious...."My excuse.

He looks at me quizzically, "Who gets to decide that Diana?"
Right then silence falls between us and it doesn't look like a sincere apology will come from any of us. So we just stare at each other. With eyes full of fury, that got so drained from displaying such great anger and they settled for...longing? At least that's what it looked like from my perspective. Which led me to my next words.

"If she's happy now, then your happy is also awaiting you."

Keith smacks his teeth and attempts to walk away, as if I have said the most ridiculous thing. Perhaps it sounds so, but I know it's only because he's afraid to believe the truth. So I get a hold of his arm to stop him in his tracks and get his attention.

"I'm serious." I figure since I'm being real I might as well give my apology. "And I'm truly sorry for what I said earlier."
It looks like he takes a moment to let my words sink in.
"You really think I'll get to be happy? That I should let her go?"

"Positive!" I reassure him.

"How? How can you be so sure?"

I'm caught off guard. But I don't want to make him feel weird about vulnerable so I continue with the conversation."Has holding on for so long brought you any happiness?"

I would've never guessed what would follow, a smirk. He then reaches for a strand of hair near my ear. The action was unexpected which causes my blood to boil a little bit. Without noticing my nervousness he just smiles a little, looks back to my eyes before letting go of the hair.

"Goodnight Dee. Make sure we still have milk for breakfast." He walks away with a chuckle and I force a laugh because what just happened?

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Honestly just going with flow here😂 what do y'all this so far?🥰

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Lesa