Page 96 of Broken Empire
“Liar,”Imumble, suddenly feeling tired as exhaustion weighs me down.
Thecuts aren’t really big, so they useBand-Aidsto cover them.Whenthey’re done patching me up, they both adjust my body properly on the bed before turning the lights off as they leave.
Ilie there, lost in my thoughts for a while, my brain foggy with the amount of alcoholIconsumed.Ikeep thinking about her because, let’s face it, she’s never out of my mind.Thetears come again andIlet them fall.MaybeifIcry enough, it’ll ease the pain in my chest.
Ispend the next week away fromHunterandGray, drinking as much alcohol asIcan get my hands on, like my life depends on it.Theache, no, the hole in my chest, won’t go away.Asthe days go by,Ifeel myself being filled with even more despair compared to the day before.
I’vetried calling her so many times, in my more lucid moments, but obviously she didn’t pick up.Nowit just goes straight to voicemail instead of ringing.Isend her messages telling her how muchIlove her andI’vestill been writing my daily notes to her and putting them in the bottleI’vestarted to use.
Idon’t know if she’ll ever read the damn things, butIstill try to cling to the hope that maybe one day she will.Itliterally feels likeI’mdying without her by my side.I’mspiraling down into the deep dark end of nothing andIdon’t see any way to stop it.
IwishIcould let her go if that’s what she really wants, but just the thought of her living her life without me or being with someone else makes me fall deeper into the abyss of pain.
Ican’t sleep.Hell,Idon’t even remember the last timeIate anything or had a shower.Ishould probably go do that soon…
I’vejust been hiding out in our room.Thathas brought me a little peace because it still smells like her.Butit’s not the same sinceIwant her to actually be next to me.I’mjust lying here staring at the ceiling with another pounding headache when suddenly,Ihear a loud noise at my door.Ilook in that direction just in time to seeHunterandGraybreaking my door down.
“Okay, asshole!We’vehad enough of your shit!It’sbeen a week since you’ve been wallowing and that’s gone on long enough!”Huntersnarls as he barges into my room after he broke my damn door.
“Yeah, you’re getting out of the fucking bed right now!”Graysnaps.
“Wouldyou just leave me the fuck alone ‘MisterI’mnot on her shit list anymore?’”Isnap.
“Youcan’t hold that against me forever!Geez,Iwas just trying to be helpful,”
“Yourhelpful got her all the way to fuckingLondon!Howthe fuck is that helpful?”
Hunterstomps over to me, drags me out of the bed, then pulls me along with him into the bathroom.Hepushes me into the shower, clothes, and all, turning the cold water on full blast.
“Sonof a fucking bitch!”Iyelp.
“Yousmell fucking awful!Finishshowering and get the hell out here beforeIfucking shoot your ass for being a pain in mine!”
“Ifyou’d mind your own business thenIwouldn’t be, now wouldI?”
“You’vegot fifteen minutes and thenI’mcoming back in here and stabbing you, you fuck!”Huntergrowls before he andGraywalk out of the bathroom.
Well, sinceI’msoaked,Ihave no other choice but to continue showering.Istrip my clothes off and clean myself up.I’mstanding in front of the mirror in just my towel whenI’mdone andIhate whatIsee.
Myeyes are red rimmed and sunken in a bit.Infact, my whole face and body have changed becauseI’vedefinitely lost some weight.Isee her name tattooed on my chest andIrub at that spot, my chest starting to ache again.
Ilet out a sigh asIhead back into my room.Thetwo assholes are sitting on the chairs while they wait for me.Iroll my eyes asIwalk into the closet to get dressed.WhenIstep back out,Istand there and look at them.
“Whatnow?”Iask with sarcasm lacing my voice.
“Followus,”Huntersays.Ifollow since it looks likeIhave no other choice.Thismust be some kind of intervention.Itrail after them, all the way to the kitchen where there are a few different bowls of food on the table already. “Sitand eat.”
“ButI’mnot hun?—”
“Don’tfucking care.”
“I’mnot a child!”Igrumble and pout.
“Thendon’t fucking act like one.You’rewasting away.You’vealready lost some weight andIdon’t need you to carry on and die of starvation,”Huntgrunts.Atleast nowIknow howWinterfelt every timeImade a fuss about her eating.
“Fine.Geez.”Ishove some food into my mouth and even though it fucking tastes like cardboard,Istill eat.I’msure it tastes amazing because the chef is amazing, but with the stateI’mcurrently in, nothing tastes edible.
OnceI’mdone, we all head for the den.Thetwo of them start playing video games whileIsit there, my mind tormenting me once more.Ifeel their eyes on me and after an hour of this shit,I’mtired of it.