Chapter 14: The Next Day

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"Audrey," a voice said softly, shaking me gently.

I blinked my eyes open and gathered my surroundings. I was in the living room, still wearing Nathan's hoodie and sweats. "It wasn't a dream, was it?"

Darian shook his head slowly, his eyes sunk to the floor. "I'm sorry, Audrey."

At his words, I crumble and Darian jumps onto the couch, wrapping his arms around me. "It'll be okay, I promise."

I let out a sob. "I have been with him since I was fourteen, what do I do now?"

My roommate wiped my hot tears and looked me straight in the eyes. "Now, you are going to live your life Audrey Holland."

I nodded my head, but continued to cry on my friend's shoulder. Darian held me, in efforts to comfort me. "It's going to hurt like hell, but if anyone can overcome heartbreak, it's you."

We stayed in that position for a few minutes. I continued to cry and I felt a twinge of regret because I knew I was ruining Darian's new sweater. However, my roommate seemed to not care, his sole focus was to soothe my disgusting sobs. Letting go briefly, he reached over to the coffee table and plucked a few tissues. Starting to wipe my face, he said, "In a few months or even a few weeks, you will realize th-"

He stopped cleaning my tears. "Is that Nathan's sweater?"

I looked down and looked back up at Darian's wide blue eyes and then let out a sob. "Now is not the time!"

I began to cry harder, feeling like Darian was judging me for wearing his brother's clothing. He probably thought I was slutting it up last night and that's why Noah and I were over. Feeling disgusted with myself, I threw the hoodie off of me, but luckily I had put on a tank top under it last night. When I looked over at Darian, his eyes widened, staring intently at my arms.

My tears stopped pouring and I looked at my friend. "What are you staring at?"

"Audrey," he said slowly, almost as if he were worried I'd run away. "Who did that to you?"

I looked down at my arms and winced. I nearly forgot how aggressive Noah had gotten with me last night. My arms were my typical olive colour, until you got past my elbows. Dark bruises were forming in gruesome colours. Feeling my face drain of colour, I said, "N-Noah, h-he was really m-mad at me."

And just like that, I fell apart all over again.

Darian looked pained and unsure what to do. He brought me back in for a hug and began to soothe me again. After a few minutes, he stopped rocking me back and forth and looked me in the eyes. "Did Noah do stuff like that often?"

I shook my head quickly. "No. I mean, sometimes."

My roommate pulled back, staring at me until I began to speak again. "He was always angry when he drank, I've told you that much. But for the most part he'd yell, throw things, maybe punch a few walls. He rarely touched me when he was drunk."

"At one point, it got really bad. Right before my parents died, he had a night extremely similar to last night," I sat back, taking a deep breath as I remembered the screaming and the sound of glass shattering everywhere. "When it happened, I stopped talking to him and told him if he didn't get his act together, we were done. Then my parents died and he came back into my life, sober. I should have known it wouldn't last once I moved."

Darian shushed me. "No, Audrey. You shouldn't of known. But you were strong enough to leave him once, you can do it again."

I looked at my friend, feeling a slight sense of gratitude. "You know, Nathan said something last night that really caught my attention."

Darian cocked a perfectly shaped brow. "What did he say?"

"He said, if he really loved me, he wouldn't have hurt me in any way," I licked my lips, tasting a slight hint of salt from my dried tears. "I never said this out loud but ever since our first break up, I thought he was more in love with idea of me than he was with me as a person."

Darian nodded his head in understanding. "I didn't think I'd ever say this, but Nathan is right, even though he is God awful when it comes to love."

I let out a little laugh but paused for a moment. "Where is Nathan?"

My roommate shrugged, expressing very little concern for his brother's whereabouts. "Dunno, probably at the gym. He was so angry about last night, the only thing he said to me was, 'Dipshit left, broke my glass, something about Abigal, going out.'"

"He's a man of few words when he's angry," I said, chewing my lip slightly. Maybe I should buy him a new glass, I hadn't realized it was his that Noah broke last night. Or maybe I should just get him something to make up for the crap he went through last night. Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up at Darian. "Do you think he's mad at me?"

Darian laughed, like full on laughed. "What? No way, honestly, I think he was pleased he could finally punch Noah without you getting upset."

We sat in a settling silence for a few minutes and all the memories of Noah and his drunken rage came back to me. Suddenly, all I could see was the negative aspects of our relationship. The fights, the lack of trust, lack of communication - even when I was in Calgary we struggled with communication. Despite being together from a young age, did time really equate to love?

My roommate let out a subtle cough, breaking me from my thoughts. "I don't mean to open old - less than twenty four hour - wounds, but who is Abigal?"

"Don't get me started on that bitch," I said, but by the look on Darian's face, he was not letting the question go that easily. I rolled my eyes, trying to looking anywhere but Darian's gaze. "She was my best friend back in Calgary. But when Noah and I had our brief break up, she tried to pursue him. He obviously turned her down, even she confirmed that much. I guess my being away encouraged him to go after someone he knew had feelings for him."

Darian simply scowled, his eyes looking more like a stormy grey than his typical bright blue. "Man, I want to kick his ass so much."

I gave my roommate a look. He and so many want to kick Noah's ass. But despite him being a dick, Noah is strong. I doubt anyone could truly kick his ass - with the exception of Nathan.

Darian shook his head and crossed his arms. "I could totally kick his ass."

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