Chapter 142
Blake's POV
It"s a few minutes past 9am by the time I arrive home. I spent the entire night at a bar, trying to drink away my sorrows, trying to forget her, but I can"t seem to get her off my mind. Every ten minutes my mind flashes back to what happened last night and I scowl deeply. My face and entire body hurts as hell! I can"t even feel my lips nor my cheeks. That bastard literally broke my bones. My nose is out of place and it"s been throbbing ever since Scott fucking Stone punched me. As I lower my eyes, I notice that my nose has changed color and I"m sure my entire face has changed color to purplish.
That fucking asshole ruined me!
Last night after Kyrah left, Sabrina tried to get me home but I didn"t want anything to do with her, I never have! I just gave her the keys to my car, since we went to the event in my car, called an Uber and went to the nearest bar. Now that the sun is shining too brightly, I try to cover my face with my hand as I walk towards the front porch. I just paid the Uber guy and he has already left. As I take the few stairs, I almost trip but with the help of a pillar, I gain balance. How much did I drink last night? I can"t even remember anything apart from that horrible fight.
I didn't expect to see her there. I didn't think she would get an invitation, that's why I didn't tell her anything, since my mom gave up her invitation and told me to go with Sabrina. I didn't want to, but... I had no choice.
"Fuck!" I curse loudly as my feet wobble like jelly when I approach the door and open it. I can"t even see clearly. Everything seems to have a twin or something. As I stagger past the living room, nearing the stairs in my house, almost knocking down my mom"s favorite gigantic flower vase from China, someone calls my name and I groan when I find out who that voice belongs to.
"What are... you doing here?" I ask as I blink sluggishly.
"I brought your car back and waited for you," she says.
"Go home, Sabrina!" I yell as she approaches me and tries to help me go up the stairs. "I don"t need any fucking help. More so yours. I can... get... myself... up... stairs... shit. Leave me... alone," I splutter but she holds my forearm but I rip it off her grip.
"Atleast let me help you get to your room. You have an elevator, why use the stairs?" she sighs.
"I do what I... fucking please. You only want to help so you can... seduce me?" I hiccup and shake my index finger in front of her face, to me one finger has turned to two and Sabrina"s face is blurry, but I still continue talking. "Not happening you... slut!" I grit my teeth and turn to face the stairs. "What is wrong with me? Why do I... feel this horrible? Will I ever heal... There"s... so much..." I hiccup again. "P-pain d-deep inside of me." I shake my head.
She left me. She broke up with me and I can't describe the kind of pain that is in my chest. I am hurting so much that all I see is her face, all sad and angry. I should have told her about Sabrina, but I didn't, now look what happened to me. Look what happened to her. I don't think she'll ever forgive me and it fucking hurts as hell!
"Why are you talking to yourse–" I cut Sabrina off.
"Because I... I am the only one," I raise my index finger in front of her face again, "who listens to what I say... fuck! Go away, your presence is giving me a headache." My head begins pounding harder. "Go away!" I yell at her and she takes two steps back and I notice she"s in black jeans and a yellow screaming top and she has no makeup on. I cringe.
"You look... h-hideous. Did you lose your... face or something?" I laugh hysterically at my joke and I immediately go quiet when I spot my parents walking down the stairs quickly. Mom is frowning and dad"s jaw drops when I fully lift my face to look at them descending.
"Good Lord! What happened, darling? Should we call the police? Are you alright?" her thick English accent penetrates through my ears.
"Do I look... fine to you? I have a fucking broken nose and... and... probably a broken rib or two... a swollen face. Don't bother calling... the cops." I hiccup. I know I should let her call the cops but I don't want to put my family in the spotlight again after the drama that my mom caused.
"Let me call an ambulance right away then," dad says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket but I stop him.
"Don"t... even bother!" I burp loudly and find myself chuckling. "Excuse me," I say.
"Blake, you need help," Sabrina suggests and I turn to her and scowl at her.
"You"re the one who needs some fucking help! You"re the crazy one here!" I blurt out and turn to my mother. "It"s your fault!" I dig a finger into her shoulder. "Your fault she left me. Our family is broken and it"s your fault. You see this stick figure standing right behind me? She... is the reason... Kyrah left me. Why? ..." I begin laughing and my parents look confused. "Because you want me to marry her, hah! That"s why she doesn"t want anyone else near me." I shake my head vigorously. "It"s your fault, mom–" she cuts me off.
"Don"t forget that your actions also forced me to make that decision. Sabrina is a nice girl!" mom says and dad snorts.
"I know what I... I did but y-you made the situation even worse for me, mom," I roll my eyes. I'm completely intoxicated.
"You're the one who brought this upon yourself, Blake! If you hadn't done what you did, we wouldn't be here right now!" she yells.
"And if you hadn't done what you did, we wouldn't also be here right now. You know what I am talking about!" I yell as I support myself with the wall.
"Bollocks!" she curses.
"Cut the bullshit, Reyna. He"s definitely going to end up like us. Always fighting with Sabrina and living a fake life! You can't force love!" dad yells at mom and I wince. My head hurts.
"Thank you," I tell my dad and from behind me, Sabrina sobs and runs out of the house, banging the door behind her and the loud bang makes my head hurt.
"Ow!" I wince.
"I"ll call a doctor to come check on you in the evening. As of now, take a shower and get some rest. You reek of alcohol," dad says.
I sigh.
"Let"s get you to your room," my mom says as she places her hand on my shoulder.
"No. Fix your stupid... marriage instead. I"m good," I say and she is taken aback by my choice of words, I"m also surprised I said that. "Sorry... I"m a little..."
"No, it"s okay. You"re actually right, son," dad says and turns to face mom. "Your mother and I still haven"t come to some sort of agreement and both of us need to talk."
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