“No. Please don’t, let’s just give it a few days.”
“You’re not fucking serious? You’re going to let him win?”
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose to stop the impending headache. “I just need a few days ok? I’m not letting him win, but I’m not ready for round two just yet.”
She gives me a small laugh. “Ok, fine. Two days, you don’t have to call me, just text me to let me know you’re ok.”
“Fine.” I agree. And we both hang up. I tuck my phone back into my pocket and continue my walk. The longer I’m out the more I curse myself. I should have worn something warmer, pulling my leather jacket around me I shiver before deciding to turn around and head back to the car.
The closer I get to the car park the more nervous I get, the feeling like I’m being watched washes over me. I scan the area but don’t see anyone. Not wanting to hang around I rush toward my car.
I’m exhausted by the time I make it home, I just want a bath, a pint of ice cream and a gallon of wine. I stop dead in the corridor, three feet from my door. It’s open, only slightly but I can tell from here that the lock has been broken.
For fucks sake, I hope to God this isn’t Wrath here to try and force me to leave the city.
I take a deep breath and then straighten my spine; I take the last few steps to my flat and slowly push open the door.
“Shit,” I whisper out as I push the door all the way open and see the devastation.
My flat has been trashed, cupboards emptied everything smashed. My sofa ripped to shreds; the coffee table smashed. I make my way into the bedroom it’s just as bad in here. The mattress tossed across the room; sheets stripped from it. My wardrobe and drawers empty, the contents thrown about. I take a step deeper into the room and my foot crunches on something, I look down to see the lens cap of my camera, bending down Ipick up the clothes on the floor near it to find my laptop and camera smashed to pieces underneath.
I let out a sob and sink to my knees. Fucking perfect, this just tops my fucking day off.
I sit on the floor in my bedroom and cry. I cry for the state of the flat, I cry for the loss of my very expensive camera and laptop, and I cry for Wrath.
I’m angry he treated me the way he did, but what’s worse is I cry for how I feel.
I fell for him.
I wish I hadn’t, but I did.
My heart hurts, I knew he didn’t want anything serious, I should have walked away. I should never have let him get close to me. But I was enjoying our moments together way too much. I never thought he’d react the way he did. His attitude tonight completely threw me.
I scrunch my eyes and take several deep breaths.
“Fucking pull yourself together,” I tell myself.
I stand and head back into the front room to sort out the lock on the door and try and clean up some of this mess. At least cleaning up will distract me from Wrath.
During cleaning I realised that the fuckers who trashed my flat had emptied out my fridge and freezer, meaning that I didn’t have any wine or ice cream. As I wander down the alcohol aisle, I get the feeling I’m being watched again. Only this time I know the feeling.
I sigh, grabbing two bottles of white wine and heading to the checkout. I would have gone to self-service, but I had to buy bedding and some clothes, so I need to go through the cashier.Thankfully though she isn’t talkative and doesn’t offer idle chit chat or comment on my shopping and I’m back at my car in no time.
I close the boot of my car and the turn and walk to the corner of the car park to where the prospect, Dylan is parked.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“Following orders, Marissa.”
I let out a hollow laugh and shake my head. “You and I both know that order no longer stands. Go home kid.” I start to walk away but he calls after me.
“He didn’t tell me to stop tailing you. Therefore, the order still stands.”
I stop and pinch the bridge of my nose. My headache is building and I’m not in the mood for this little shit.
I turn around and walk back over to him with a smile on my face. He narrows his eyebrows, he’s right to question my actions. I stop right in front of him and before he has a chance to react, I grab his keys out of his hands and drop them into the drain he’s parked his bike next to.
“What the hell, Marissa?” he snaps as he drops to his knees, pulling out his phone and turning on his torch. I don’t stick around to find out if he gets them out. I head back to my car to go home. As I drive past, I see his phone held up to his ear as he shakes his head at me.
