Chapter ten: Yelling and shouting (2)

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After George left me in the hotel, I ordered Uber to come pick me up. George didn't come back home that night until in the morning when I woke up to breakfast in bed.

George: Morning

Esther: I'm not hungry

George: I'm sorry but I had to work last night

Esther: Take it away

George: I already said I'm sorry

Esther: I didn't ask for the apology so take it away, I'm not hungry

George: okay you need to calm down, if I don't work, how do you expect me to take care of you, you need to be reasonable sometime

Esther: What? I had work too, I cancelled, I don't remember when last you cancelled on your work, oh wait since the time you asked me out. That was a year ago George, I don't even know if I'm important to you anymore

George: You and my work is equally important, I can't choose. Let's not create a problem, eat your breakfast when you are ready

I took the tray with the breakfast and threw it away

Esther: it's a waste now

George: Fuck. What the hell Esther, why would you do that?

Esther: That's how I feel when you choose work over me

George: I didn't choose work over you, I said I can't choose

Esther: George you fucking left me in the hotel, I was showering. What next would you do, take me out of the country and leave me there because work called and I refuse to come with you?

George: You make me feel like I'm arguing with a child esther, you're freaking 21, act like it

I slapped George, it was the first time I ever did that, I felt horrible and quickly left to the kitchen. George followed me.

Esther: please don't touch me, I'm sorry I slapped you but you deserve it

George: I deserve it? Esther you always cause problem, you freaking want me to hit you. Don't ever lay your hands on me again, bullshit (he said leaving the house)

After some minutes he came back

George: Also you should know that you're not fucking special, so stop craving attention

Esther: I'm not special?

George: yes, you make things difficult for me. I can't always commit to you, if you must know I love my work and it's important to me

Esther: you're a freaking child, a child that cries when the candy is being taken away from them, you're a fucking child George

George: (tries to hit her)

Esther: No, don't stop. Hit me, hit me George. Asshole

George: I don't want to continue this conversation with you. Also I have been meaning to tell you the reason why I don't bond well with my dad but anytime I try to, you bring up your own problem. I have problems too Esther and my work is my comfort, I will put it that way.

Esther: Then why do you have me? If your work is your 'comfort' why are you with me? 1).You don't confide in me and it makes me feel like you don't trust me
2).You choose work almost all the time to the extent of leaving me in the hotel, that makes me feel like I'm not important to you
3). You think because you're good looking you can get away with everything and you almost want to hit me.
Also I know you will never tell me about your dad but don't worry, it doesn't matter.

George: shut up, he does matter. Fine I'll tell you. I don't bond well with my dad because he is an alcoholic and a smoker, he loves using my mom as a punching bag, because of him, I started drinking alcohol and had to go into rehab for two years, it was horrible. I got out from the rehab and heard that my mom is in hospital because of the injuries my dad gave her, he is arrested now and still in prison. So like I said before, he is nothing to talk about. I don't like talking about him. I got a job at the bank and everyone supported me and was really understanding, they made work easy for me because of my family problems, that's why I love my work. Now you know, you're just going to say "oh George I'm soo sorry that happened, how are you doing now about it" people say that a lot. I'm talking too much, I'm sorry Esther but this relationship can't work. It's over between us

Esther: What? No George, no. I'm sorry about your dad but you can't let that affect us. We can make it work, please George, please?

George: I'm sorry Esther, I'll send someone to come pack my things or I might do it myself. (He sniffles and left)

I knew he is not coming back, I was really heartbroken, it's up to an hour since the break up and George hasn't come get his things or even called me. It's really over, I wanted to call Sharon but I didn't want to be a burden to her so I cried myself to sleep.

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