Chapter forty-eight
Matt
I didn't realize the full extent of what I'd done until I was vomiting profusely into the kitchen sink, alone, sad, silently crying. Why do I keep hurting the only person who cares about me?
"You okay, dude?" I turn around and see Dylan standing there. He hands me a paper towel.
"Thanks," I say and wipe my mouth. God, I shouldn't of downed that vodka. I walk over to the fridge and get a bottle of water and some aspirin.
So many emotions are coursing through me right now. Anger, sadness, confusion. I don't know how to deal with these emotions. Fuck. I need to punch something. I walk around the house looking for something or someone to take my anger out on. If anyone even remotely pisses me off I will beat the fuck out of them. I feel a tap on my shoulder and hope blooms within me. Novah?
I turn around and see a half-drunk, horny Alessia. I turn back around, completely ignoring her. She grabs my arm and I push it off of me.
"What Alessia?!" she rolls her eyes.
"Why are you so wound up?" she moves closer placing her arms around my neck. "I can help with that." She pulls at the waistband of my pants. I push her off of me.
"I'm good." I start to walk away.
"Who's that slut you're talking to. What is it, Nora?" I turn around slowly to find her smirking. I take a deep breath pushing all my anger down.
"Why the fuck do you want to know? You're so desperate." I turn back around, continuing my walk.
"I'll tell her everything." I spin around and grab Alessia's arm, pulling her into the hallway.
"You better not tell her shit."
"Why? You're a dick. She probably already knows that huh?" I decide to play along to her slutty game to keep her happy. I back her up against the wall, giving her what she wants.
"She doesn't matter. Don't worry about her." I whisper softly into her ear. I kiss her neck softly. She pushes me back and gets on her knees in front of her. She starts to pull down my pants. I pull her up.
"Trust me, you don't want to do that," I warn. She huffs.
"Why not?" she asks. Fuck, I hate this bitch. I miss Novah.
"Maybe, cause we're in the middle of the fucking hallway and I feel nauseous. I just drank half a bottle of vodka."
"Then let's go to your room." I refrain from rolling my eyes and groaning. What does she not get? I don't want to fuck her but I have to give her what she wants or she'll tell Novah things I don't want Novah to know. I push up against her a little. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear for the full effect. Desperate ass slut.
"I would let you blow me right here in this hallway," I whisper in her ear. "But you don't understand. I just threw my guts up and I might do it again." I see someone in the corner of my eye. I turn my head and see Novah standing there with the most heart-wrenching, devastating look on her face.
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