CHAPTER471
He just cheated on that girl and here he is soothing down the phone as if nothing has happened. Fucking dog! Like most men.
I turn and haul the door open, not waiting to hear it close before I am stomping towards the stairs in bare feet. I don’t care that I have lost my shoes and probably look a fright, I have to get the hell away from him before I literally stab him with something in the face. If I could find my shoes, then both would be firmly implanted in his skull about now anyway. I descend the stairs at furious speed, not caring who may see me at this early hour anymore. I am done being a secret.
As I get to the front door, I flinch at him calling my name, impulsively looking up despite myself and cursing at it, as he comes after me hauling on jeans, concealing his nakedness. Making a bad attempt at trying to button them up while rushing my way. He is still barefoot and topless as I reach for the front door handle and pull it toward me, angrily scowling at him with a serious “fuck off” glare. Hating the very ground he walks on and dragging the heaviest pit of pain with me as I go. There is nothing he can say anymore; I fell for it once but never again. He turned out to be a lying scumbag just like the rest of them and I learned a valuable lesson when it comes to men.
None of them are worth it.
“Don’t open the door!” Arrick yells to me as he gets to within two steps of me, panic all over his face but I frown at him and ignore anything he asks of me anymore. I turn as sunshine hits my eyes with the sweep of the opening door and make to walk out, stopping dead in my tracks. I come face to face with one very shell-shocked and morning fresh Natasha at the other side of the door, almost like being instantly punched in as I reel back slightly with a gasp and a heart lurch. The last person I was expecting to see while fleeing my sordid cheating asshole of a one-night stand.
A great start to my day, coupled with what happened upstairs. Everything sinks to my toes and that big slap of “he did it again” overcomes me.
It is as though time stops for a moment, Arrick coming to a skidding halt beside me while looking from me to her with utter silence. The wide-eyed devastation on Natasha’s face as she looks from me to Arrick in obvious stages of undress and parting ways the morning after. I’m numb, unable to formulate words and stand dumbstruck, a serious sense of déjà vu and yet no longer guilt at seeing her. I’m too empty inside to feel anything except that hard thumping ache that started in my core and is spreading out to consume me, like a pounding heavy heartbeat that hurts. I am not going to wait around for another Arrick speech on how he is cutting me out of his life for her, to salvage the seriously broken shit that they call a relationship.
Good riddance to both.
“Really?” Natasha squeaks his way, tears forming fast and falling down her face as she rounds on him with heartbroken accusation. I roll my eyes, realizing she deserves it if she just keeps taking him back, like a weak woman who would rather keep a cheating man whore than be without him.
That’s not me in any way.
“Tash … I …” Arrick seems at a loss for words, looking at me and then Natasha, repeatedly with an expression and pallor that suggests all blood has dropped to his toes. I push him back with a flat palm on his hard-muscular chest, slide between the two of them at the open door and make to leave with barely a care anymore about what this does to her.
“This is between you two, I’m out. Go fuck yourself, Arrick.” I snap, jumping onto the first cold concrete step as a warm hand latches onto my upper arm and halts me mid-motion. I stumble back, only to be met with another hand grasping my other arm to steady me and instantly start struggling in fury to get free, using my clutch bag to slap at him over my shoulder.
“Natasha, go to the kitchen so we can talk, I’ll only be a minute.” Arrick seems to have regained some strength to his voice and sounds more commandeering than remorseful, as he pushes me further outside to the next step effortlessly and follows me out as the other girl walks in; avoiding my face and crying silently to herself like a pitiful puppy.
Still, there’s anger at how pathetic she is and I glare furiously as she passes, hating her with all the venom I used to possess for her. He waits until she has stepped inside, turning to watch her as she gazes back with a tear flooded face. I stand my ground, crossing my arms defiantly and tapping my foot while trying to control the demon in me from flipping out and smashing his skull in with my clutch bag. Whatever he has to say is going to be lame, meaningless bullshit and I have no clue why I am still standing here.
“I just need to talk to her first … Go!” He nods towards the kitchen door behind her, watching as she turns to look that way and pulls the door shut to conceal her inside. I’m surprised that she would allow her boyfriend to have a cozy chat with his one-night stand, to be honest, and be so accommodating about it.
There is really something wrong with that girl.
He’s still grasping one of my arms tightly even though I have stopped doing anything except icily hating on him from my frigid pose as he turns me towards him. My impulsive self, defensively poised like a stealth ninja, my arms across my chest and I lift my chin defiantly to meet his gaze.
“We will talk, we need to talk. First, I need to deal with her, then us. Sophie, this isn’t what you think, just give me a chance to get my head straight. I am still so fucking drunk, and this is like a punch in the face to wake up to.” He’s trying to pull me close to him, to bring my face to his with gentle fingers cupping it, but I shove him off, his hands dropping when faced with an angry fireball version of me. Even Arrick knows when to leave alone and I’m guessing the blood-curdling look of rage on my face is more than a threat. I glare at him, heart breaking, head a mess with confusion and tears brimming that he, of all people, could do this to me again.
“Go run after your girlfriend, like you always do, and let me go.” I turn on my heel before he can reach for me again, knowing how close to breaking down I am, but his voice halts me.
“She’s not! She hasn’t been for over two months, Sophs. Please. Give me half an hour, to deal with her and then I’ll come find you. I meant everything I said last night.” I stand rigidly, body paused as his words filter through, unable to formulate a reply as every emotion under the sun courses through me. I won’t fall apart; I won’t let him keep torturing me this way. “Please, Mimmo … We need to talk about last night. Where we go from here.” He sounds so genuine that the stab in my chest feels like death.
“Don’t call me that, don’t ever call me that again! Do what you always fucking do … put her above everything and leave me the hell alone, just like you did before. It’s what I expect, I can take it this time. I’m a big fucking girl who knows better than to ever trust you.” I snap turning on him aggressively, not caring if I have stupid tears running down my face. I don’t wait for a response as he looks stupefied. I turn and storm off in the direction of home, hearing his front door open.
I guess I got an answer without asking a fucking question!
As much as I hate it, my heart responds to him and it near kills me with pain. It makes me storm harder and faster across the street, not caring if everyone and their dog can see me doing the walk of shame. I want to go home and strip him from my skin, to never let him near again.
I have no clue if my friends even made it home last night at all, the last I had seen of them was on the dancefloor before Leila dragged me off for sister hugs. I am still drunk, feeling rough as hell and the tears begin flowing freely again despite myself. Body aching and tingling all over because I cannot get the feel of him from all over me. I hate him so that it hurts everywhere, even my toes and fingers are aching with some new method of internal torture. Like I may even die from this pain or have some sort of heart failure at least.
Something catches me from behind unexpectedly, making me gasp in fright, too stunned to react and I am spun to face Arrick right behind me as I hit my parents drive. Lashing out to take down my attacker but he catches my hand mid slap and pulls me tight to his body. I realize he has a T-shirt and sneakers on now and looks like he ran here, panting, wild-eyed and a little messy around the edges like he didn’t even look in a mirror.
“I choose you … I always will choose you. I have always chosen you, Sophie. It wasn’t a case of not wanting you, it was a case of trying to do the right thing for everyone involved. I will always run after you, no matter what, I won’t ever make that mistake again.” He looks devastated, a little out of breath and seriously afraid, but I let my anger explode at him. So sure he can win me round with fast words and a shitty half reason as to her being here like I am as pathetic as she is.
“I hate that you make me feel this way, that you hurt me every time I stupidly let you. I don’t want to talk to you, I want to stop feeling anything anymore and I just need you to leave me alone. You fuck me up every time I let you in.” I start sobbing, words coming out hysterically as I wave my hands around, pushing myself away from him. Arrick catches my wrist and pulls it into him, catching the other wrist too, bringing them both together between us so he can hold me still.
“I’m not going to keep hurting you, Sophie. I love you. I meant that. Please, come upstairs so we can talk. I’m here, I’m yours, for as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere. She can wait, she doesn’t matter.” He pleads, panicking, his eyes trained on mine and his body bending down to me, his voice gentle and trying so hard to bring me back to him. He lets go of my wrist, so he can run a thumb over my cheek to remove some of the falling tears, but I slap it away hard, hand stinging with the collision and glare at him more defiantly.
“I told you. I’m done. You don’t get to keep doing this to me.” I sniff back tears, yank my other hand free and turn on my heel, turning my back on him to walk away. Confusion crashing through me once more and I just want to get out of this emotional rollercoaster he always throws me on.
“I’m not going to let you go this time; you can fight me, run, and push me away, all you want. I’m not going to back down and leave you again, I’m never going to leave you again. Life has no meaning without you, Sophie. I regret every second of every minute that I let you leave me and I’ve spent weeks trying to figure out how to breathe without you. You’re stuck with me, whether you want me or not and nothing you say is going to change that. Last night proved to me that you still love me and that is all that I am betting on right now. That’s my tiny glimmer of hope and I’m going to cling onto you like a dying man, Sophie.” Arrick’s voice breaks and I freeze, tears pouring down my face as my heart thuds through my chest at his rush of words. I stay still, like a marooned stone, when the tide has gone out, staring at the house looming above me as he moves closer. Unable to think straight and caught as my heart chooses to stop my feet from moving, while my brain tells me to run fast and far away.
“I know I have a lot to answer for and make up to you. All I need is a chance to talk to you, sober. Time to really tell you everything. Please?” His breath tickles my cheek, my resolve weakening, and I get angry at how pathetic and weak I am. That I am even considering letting him win me around and listen to him, to cure the pain he causes me. Natasha appears in my mind’s eye to serve as a reminder and a taunt."
