How Did You Love?

Introduction

"You fucking sociopath!! How long has it been since you've had REAL feelings for me??"

All Brent COULD remember was when he had real feelings for Rachelle. Memories of pure happiness flooded his head, but they couldn't return. This was reality and there was no way to go back.

Recently it's been nothing but heart wrenching fights between them. And it seemed to never stop.

"Well?!?!" Rachelle looked Brent in his bright blue eyes.

Brent put his hands in his hair, wanting to pull it out. Suddenly he stood up.

"Why are you like this? WHY?! What have you turned into?!" He sounded desperate for an answer.

Rachelle walked over to the table and picked up the bottle of liquor. "What have YOU turned into?? Drinking away all your problems? I'm fucking tired of it! Every night I come home to THIS."

"BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" He broke. His sober self was gone. All he was was a drunken monster.

"Oh REALLY? And what have I done to you to get you THIS bad??"

Brent had his hands in fists. At this point Rachelle was doing nothing but tempting him. "I fucking wonder. Shit." He simply grabbed the bottle from her hands and walked to the bedroom.

Rachelle followed, but Brent shut the door and quickly locked it.

"Let me in, Brent! LET ME IN!" She banged her fists on the door, knowing what he was doing. "Don't do this again!!"

Brent screamed at the top of his lungs, "LEAVE ME ALONE." Little did Rachelle know, he was packing his bags. He didn't know where he was going, but it was going to be away from her. Away from her toxicity.

Back before he started drinking, he was ecstatic over her. Until she told him that she liked someone else. But he literally couldn't let her go. There was no way. But once he started to drink, everything started to be clear. Eventually alcohol became his best friend.

Now him and alcohol were going to run away together. Into the unknown future.

At least it was away from all of his problems.

He picked up his bag and opened the door, the neck of the bottle in his clenched hand.

Rachelle's eyes widened. She practically laughed.

"No. You're not leaving."

"Who said that I couldn't? I have my fucking rights. I'm done." He simply shoved her out of the way, walking to the front door.

"W-well.. you know what?? ME TOO. I'm letting Daron spend the night here." Rachelle threw his coat at him.

Brent turned around before he shut the door behind him. He grinned.

"Do I look like I care? Like you said. I'm a sociopath."

Rachelle stared at him with a dead look as he shut the door in her face.