The words Ray spat at me were like a hot metal fist through my heart. It all first felt hot, but after he left, the pain started to set in. The immense amount of pain makes my head spin and the tears forming in my eyes sting. I said some things myself that I definitely regret, but Ray's words actually ripped me up inside.
I want to scream, cry, and just tear up everything in sight. I don't let myself do that. My feet stay planted to the floor, with my breathing getting intense. The thought of getting out of here intrudes my mind,and I whip out my phone to call someone.
I search through my phone and open my Lyft app. With the tears blurring my vision, I schedule my ride with a female driver. I feel like I'm about to faint because of all the emotions surging through me. I feel angry, sad, frustrated, and guilty. Guilt is a surprising emotion that runs through my veins, but it's true. I said things to Ray that I shouldn't have. I angered him, and it caused this whole mess of an argument.
While the emotions are mixing into a deadly potion, I check my Lyft app, and the driver is nearly here. I drearily pick up my feet and I carry myself downstairs. When I make my way to the front door, I turn my head to face the eerie silence. No one is really here in this part of the house, because the family room is next to the dining room. They're both on the upper level.
"Bye everyone. Nice seeing you all," I call, with my voice breaking. I trudge outside, where the car is patiently waiting for my arrival. I pull open the door and sit inside.
"Good evening, dear. Where to?" she asks. I tell her my address, and she starts to drive. I look out the window, and I'm processing everything that's happened. It feels like too much to absorb. I feel dizzy and a little nauseous. I don't know if I can even make it the whole ride.
"You okay, hun?" the driver asks, and I look at her through the rearview mirror. I gulp, and I nod.
"I'm fine," I lie through my teeth. The driver shoots me a suspicious look.
"Sweetheart, you don't look fine. I can tell when someone is in ruins and they're pretending to play it off. You can tell me what's going on. I won't judge you," she assures me. I wipe the stinging tears from my eyes and tell the story.
"My boyfriend and I got into a nasty fight. Now, I don't even know what we are anymore," I say, and the driver looks at me with sympathy.
"Sweetie, if you really are confused and frustrated, then you should take a break. If you really need it," she says, as we pull up to my house.
"Thank you for the ride and advice," I say as I get out of the car.
"No problem, lovely. Take care," she tells me, and I return her gesture. I shakily make my way to the front door of my house and let myself in. The house is dimly lit, and the usually comforting scent of hot food is absent. My parents are not home, probably with their friends or enjoying themselves. Anthony probably locked himself in his room, blasting music through his headphones.
However, when I close the door, I hear a door upstairs open, and the clatter of footsteps make their way downstairs. Anthony catches sight of me at the base of the steps, with a big smile on his face. "Sophia! How was Danicka's house?" he asks.
Tears start to fill my eyes yet again. I look down, as I can't bear to look at Anthony at this moment. The "brother sensor" in Anthony immediately starts to go off. Without another word, he comes up to me and wraps his arms around me. I bury my face in his neck and sob, while Anthony strokes my hair and back.
"Shh. It'll be okay," he soothes, as he walks me up to my bedroom. When he reaches there, he lifts up the sheets and beckons for me to get inside. I throw myself in my bed while Anthony gently drapes the sheets over me.
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I Never Imagined ✔️
Romance(This is the sequel of The Badass Diaries. It can be read as a stand alone) "Imagination will often carry us to worlds we thought never were. But without it, we would go nowhere." -Carl Sagan. Three friends never imagined that they'd be in their cu...
