2.0 The Chronicles of Us - Shame & Blame

Chapter ten

•★ Tex ★•

What a goddamn horrible day.

I'm amazed I even made it back home. It took me an hour to find a cab and when I finally arrived at the airport, I had to wait four fucking hours before the next plane to L.A. left.

Let's just say, thank fuck for airport bars. I poured shitty whiskey after shitty whiskey down my throat until the bartender told me to get out. Naturally, I yelled at him.

That was a dumb fucking thing to do. Security could've denied me boarding. I think I was passed out during the flight; the stewardess woke me quite rudely. It sobered me enough to decide to leave my bike at the airport, though.

Sober is not what I wanna be right now. My world just crashed and burned. Getting shit-faced is the only fitting response. I should've done this the night I got back from rehab. Why didn't I?

A treacherous thing called hope.

With the bottle of scotch pressed against my lips and a cigarette between my fingers, I sit down at the breakfast bar at my apartment. I was so sure I could fix us, I've never been so wrong. I scared her right back in the safe arms of her ex. She had her little adventure with me and decided it was time get back to reality. I let the alcohol generously flow down my throat to get rid of the bitter taste of the end.

Smoking is not allowed in the apartment but fuck that, so I keep downing the amber liquid and light cigarette after cigarette. David's smug smile circles my mind, slimy fucker with his pressed pants and stupid face. He had that look of victory, like he knew there was no way I was gonna win.

Although.

Now that I think about it. There was something unsure about him as well. Yes, he stammered a little and he puffed his chest as if he was intimidated. I was too caught up in my own head to have noticed it then.

I put the bottle down and retrace the conversation. Is it possible that he was lying? It wouldn't be a far stretch for him to lie to me. Hell, I would've tricked the Devil if it meant I could keep Ellie close.

Goddammit!

Why am I such a fucking idiot? I should've knocked his teeth out and waited for Ellie to tell me she's done with me herself. I need to hear those words come from her own tasty lips. Words she would never say.

There it is again.

A tiny spark of hope settles in my heart. It's dangerous, but I can't help it. I pull out my phone and stare at her number while my chest feels like bursting.

Fucking call her!

All right.

Fuck.

"We are sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel—"

"GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT!" My phone slips from my hand when I reach for the makeshift ashtray and smash it against the wall. Shards of glass scatter across the kitchen floor, black ash-water drips from the tiles.

She changed her number.

She doesn't want me to contact her, she doesn't want me anymore. My heart beats so violently, my ribs nearly crack. I run my hands over my face in a futile effort to calm down, but the alcohol in my blood only fuels my rage.

Fine.

Fuck her.

If this is what she wants, I'm getting rid of every last piece of her. I'm gonna burn those motherfucking bedsheets to eradicate her lingering scent. She has no right to keep fucking with my head when she left so easily.