Raphael’s POV
"Why?" That’s what I asked myself then. I couldn’t bring myself to go look at Braelyn. I just stared at the screen. Looping the footage of her car
It was her.. .
The thought rang in my head. The room suddenly felt so small like it was suffocating . I itched to destroy sothing, but even in this state, I couldn’t create a ruckus knowing it would wake her up...
I stumbled out of my study...
I should have confronted her. Scream at her and ask why, but I was scared of her answer, yet it still hurts. The study door closed behind , and I walked down the empty corridor. My footsteps echoed in the dark as I continued through the halls.
I found myself stopping at the master’s bedroom door. I was in conflict, but after fighting with my thoughts, I left...
Left the house, left the property. I just drove through the night. I needed space, I told myself. Space to think. I drove straight from our ho to an apartnt complex. I had an old apartnt there. It was my first apartnt before I moved after marriage. Braelyn and I still used to co here when we wanted a change of environnt
Although I had mories of her here, at least she wasn’t there. I imdiately got into the apartnt, loosened my tie and pulled off my jacket. I don’t rember where I dropped them...
My mories that night were blurry. I stumbled to the bar which had so drinks there. I grabbed the bottle and didn’t even bother about a glass.
I crouched by the edge of the bar gulping down the alcohol like the burning sensation could numb the pain in my heart.
At a point, my eyes got blurred with tears as I spiralled in the dim, quiet apartnt. I drank the bottle to the last drop. Still pissed, I threw the bottle against the wall where it shattered imdiately.
My chest felt tight, and I managed to stand up to the bar. I just grabbed a random number of bottles from the glass shelves. Gulp after gulp I took until my tongue couldn’t even taste it burn anymore
The alcohol started tasting salty, filled with my tears, which didn’t stop rolling. I kept on asking myself what I did wrong. I supported her the best I could. I never pushed her to the edge. We had known each other for so long, I still couldn’t believe it.
I cried that night..
I had never cried that much in my life
I felt pathetic and useless...
The rest of the night was a blur of tears and alcohol. I don’t rember when I stopped crying or when I slept, but the pain was unbearable.
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The next morning, I woke up on the cold floor surrounded by empty bottles, glass shards, and the stench of alcohol. To say I look like a ss was an understatent.
The loud piercing sound of my phone ringing sowhere in this ss was what woke up. The ringing left disoriented and confused. My head was spinning from a bad hangover.
I groaned, grabbing my head as a sharp pain struck. I managed to sit up grabbing my head. My head was still pounding, chest felt hollow like my heart was pulled out
The phone was still ringing and I could barely open my eyes. The lightning was too bright. A sharp hiss escaped my lips. I have never drunk that much in my life.
Damn...
I managed to get up, holding my head and squinting my eyes because of the lighting. Glass scrunched under my shoes. I stumbled forward tripping on a chair. The entire apartnt looked wrecked
I wrecked the place last night while I was drunk. I followed the ringing sound, finding the phone sowhere between the throw pillows on the couch.
.How it got there was a mystery to . By the ti I got to the phone, the ringing had stopped, and not too surprisingly, it was Braelyn...
There were over 20 missed calls from her. My jaw clenched...that wasn’t the only annoying thing. Alia had called too 5 missed calls
Honestly, I didn’t want to talk to Alia to listen to her gloating about my failed marriage. Without a second thought, I blocked her number.. then the phone started vibrating in my hand
It was Braelyn’s number. I could have hung up and blocked her but I couldn’t. My grip tightened on the phone and I just stared at the phone ringing in my hand. My heart was racing until the phone stopped ringing
That made it 21 missed calls before 7 am. She imdiately sent a text which popped up on my screen.
Lynn: Please tell you are alright? Stop scaring..
Sothing twisted in my chest. I tapped on the ssage. It was an sms and wasn’t the only one she had sent this morning. There were tons of ssages asking about my well-being.
I wondered if she was truly worried about or just putting on an act. I couldn’t help but wonder if she worried about Richard the sa way. Every ssage carried a hint of anxiety.
Lynn: Why aren’t you back?
You are not picking up my calls.
Did sothing happen to you?
Are you upset about sothing I did?
Raph please pick. I am begging you.
Where are you? I will co to you.
Please tell if I did anything wrong Raphael...
I read the ssages with complex feelings. A small part of wanted to tell her I was fine, the other part just stared at the screen blankly.
Until a loud knocking sound snapped out of my daze. My eyes narrowed then sparkled. I thought it was Braelyn.
That thought alone made walk to the door. I reached for the handle and opened it without a word." Lynn, I..." The rest of the words got stuck in my mouth
"Alia.." I gasped, then my face turned ugly." What are you doing here?" I snapped at her. I wasn’t in the mood for her rubbish or temper..
"I should be asking you the sa question..." she hissed. My hand tightened around the handle..I was about to snap at her to get the hell away from here, but before my lips could open, a sharp headache struck .
"Ahhh.." I hissed and grabbed my head. Her eyes went wide. "You don’t look good.." Alia said and sprinted into the apartnt.
"I will get you a glass of water..." I tried to stop her, but I was slow, and she was already in. I slamd the door, irritated, and my head was still on fire.
Alia ran towards the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. "You really love her that much," she sighed, giving the water. I stared at the glass. She clicked her tongue..
"Stop acting like your brain stopped working because of Braelyn. People are worried about you," she hissed, irritated, shoving the glass in my hand. Her words struck , my throat was parched anyway so I took the water gulping down
If there was a mont I wanted to change it would be that mont. The glass slipped from my grip, shattering on the floor.... A strange wave of heat hit almost instantaneously; it felt like a dream...
What was going on? I wondered, staring at my shaky hands. "What did you do?" I could barely ask
A strange look I have never seen on Alia’s face appeared. Obsession.
"I am correcting the mistake you made 3 years ago..." she said with a cruel smile. "You should have chosen .."
Then it all went black, and I fell forward...
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