"Honestly, I should be thanking you for your behaviour. Now I don't feel so bad about sleeping with Abigal."
"WHAT?" I shout at Noah. "Why would you do that to me?"
"No, why did you do this to me!" Noah snapped. Throwing the glass of water just past the top of my head. Shards of glass rained everywhere and I felt some sprinkle into my hair. I stood still, afraid to move with glass all over the floor and Noah's unpredictable behaviour.
Noah let out a small chuckle as he stalked over to me. He grabbed both my arms, even harder than he did at the club and I let out a little yelp as I felt bruises starting to form. Just before I could beg Noah to stop, somebody came from behind him and tackled him to the ground, causing Noah to let go instantly.
"GET OFF OF ME, YOU DICK!" I heard Noah gasp out as the hooded man threw a punch, landing right on Noah's left eye.
I stood there, both stunned and unsure what to do. What do you do when your boyfriend admitted to cheating on you with your ex best friend and then tries to throw a glass at you and now some guy starts to punch him?
"Audrey, go to your room and stay there until this asshole is gone," a gruff voice commanded from the floor.
It took a moment for it to sink in, I recognized the voice. "Nathan? I thought you were at the party."
Nathan let out an annoyed sigh as he continued to grip Noah so he couldn't escape from his grasp. "Question time later, Audrey. Go."
"No," I said. "Let him go, he needs to leave, now. I don't want to see him ever again."
"Your wish is my command," Nathan replied. He got off of Noah but never let go of his shirt as he did so.
Noah stood too and suddenly, it was like I was seeing him for the first time. His cinnamon coloured hair was tossed in a drunken mess, his eyes were dull and his left eye was beginning to swell, and his dress shirt was littered with alcohol stains and glass shards.
He was a mess. But he was no longer my mess.
"Get out," I said, trying to keep my voice from wavering.
Noah did not budge. "Audrey I-"
Nathan rolled his eyes. "Leave before I make you leave in an ambulance, fuck face."
"Sure, get your other boyfriend to defend you," Noah laughed. "You never could defend yourself, always had someone else do it for you."
Without thinking, I stormed over to him and slapped him, hard. "Get the hell out of my apartment. We're done."
I opened the door and Nathan basically dragged him out but Noah turned back. "What about my clothes?"
"It's called FedEx, Dipshit," Nathan bit back, slamming the door and locking it.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "I should clean the glass."
"No," Nathan said softly. "You need to sit down and relax. It was a long night for you."
"It's my fault that this happened, please let me clean it," I sighed, feeling completely drained.
Nathan only shook his head and walked over to the television. He turned it on, put on a show, and walked to his room. I raised a brow as I waited for him to return. When he did, he was clutching a hoodie and some sweats. "Here, that dress looks like it's uncomfortable."
As I got changed in the bathroom, I took a long look in the mirror. My eyes were smudged with mascara and tear stains and my face looked uncharacteristically pale. My once slightly curled hair now fell flat on my shoulders and back. The bruises were now prominent on both my arms and I winced as I threw over the hoodie.
He may not be my mess anymore but he created an even bigger mess - me.
Fighting back tears, I washed my face and then tied my honey blonde hair in a bun. When I left the bathroom, I was greeted by the smell of chocolate and cinnamon coming from the living room and kitchen area.
"Nathan what is that smell?" I asked as I rounded the corner.
I then found Nathan in the living room with a large mug of hot chocolate and one of the left over Cinnabons that Darian and I got for breakfast. "I thought you'd need some comfort food."
I smiled a little. "You thought right. Thank you."
"Anything for my roomie," Nathan smirked. He pointed to the floor and then the television. "Glass is cleaned and I even put on that lame show you like. You know, the one with McSteam Pot?"
"You mean McSteamy?"
Nathan rolled his eyes. "I was close enough."
A few episodes later, Nathan and I were still watching the show despite it being nearly three in the morning. He seemed to enjoy the show and was now convinced he could become a surgeon.
"Thank you, for helping me with Noah," I said suddenly, turning to face Nathan. "He can be hard to handle sometimes."
Nathan paused the show and shrugged. "You don't have to thank me. It should have never happened in the first place. If he really loved you, he wouldn't have hurt you in any way."
I nodded my head. "Still, thank you for stepping in. Not many people would do what you had done."
"Those people are idiots," he responded. "I'm just glad I decided to leave the party early. No one should have to go through that, especially alone."
I cocked my head. "Why did you leave the party early?"
"Wasn't feeling it, I guess," Nathan shrugged. "Felt like catching up on some sleep instead."
Feeling a pang of guilt, I said, "I am so sorry. You wanted to sleep and then Noah and I just barge in and wake you up. I am so-"
"Audrey," Nathan chuckled. "It's perfectly okay. Plus, I'm really enjoying your lame surgeon show."
I crossed my arms and pouted. "It's not lame."
"Princess," he said, "It's lame."
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