The thought should probably concern me more than it does.
Instead, I shut off the water, wrap a towel around my waist, and head to my room. I lay back on the bed and end up falling asleep faster than I have in weeks. I just wish she was here next to me.
That would make life so much better.
Ophelia
“The Way I Am-Eminem”
I wake up feeling like I swallowed broken glass and bad decisions.
My head pounds like crazy while sunlight slices through the warehouse windows like punishment straight from God himself.
For a few blissful seconds, I don’t remember why my chest hurts too. Then it all crashes back at once.
Hayden.
Rosie.
The warehouse wall.
That random guy’s hands on me.
The look on Hayden’s face when he heard me moan.
Oh God.
I squeeze my eyes shut hard enough to hurt.
What the hell did I do?
The memories come in flashes.
Drunk and ugly.
I remember kissing that guy because I was angry. Because Hayden walked into the warehouse with another girl hanging offhim like she belonged there. LikeIdidn’t, and instead of acting like a sane person, I tried to hurt him back.
My stomach twists.
Because I know Hayden. I know exactly what he saw when he looked at me last night.
Not a girl spiraling. Not heartbreak. Not grief.
Betrayal.
A broken sound leaves my throat while I bury my face into the couch cushion.
I hate this. I hate him. I hate Rosie. I hate that he still has the power to completely ruin me with one stupid smile.
But mostly, I hate that I still love him anyway.
“Morning, psycho,” Bianca says, tossing a water bottle at my head from the kitchenette upstairs. I barely catch it.
“I’m dead,” I mumble.
“You’re dramatic.” She laughs as I crack the bottle open and chug half of it instantly.
“No. I’m literally decomposing.”
