Helanie:
I was ready to hear him deny it and gaslight me. He must have come here to try and convince me not to bring up his name. I knew he was a coward, and I wasn’t going to use his name anyway. He was not someone I could ever count on. I had made a fool out of myself once, but not again.
"Like you said, I was a coward," he said quietly, not instantly brushing off the truth. "It’s not that I didn’t like you. You were pretty, and I liked having you around—" he stopped himself, trying to be honest.
"You kept me around—and I got ruined for it—" Of course, he played me big time. He didn’t even like me; he just liked having me there.
I shook my head in disbelief, sighing and laughing at my own stupidity.
"I know it’s pathetic. I know I’m a bastard for it, but trust me, I haven’t slept peacefully even for one night since that night," he said, letting out a cry, his hands pressed together like he was begging for forgiveness.
"No! You don’t get to act like the victim who can’t sleep. You ran away—you knew what they would do to me," I shouted, pushing him back and instantly brushing my hands over my dress like I was wiping them clean.
"I’m not acting like a victim—I called my warriors the minute I got on that train. I even tried to come back, but my father—he injected me with wolfsbane and tied me up in chains. I was even ready to admit everything and stand with you when you sent your father to my mansion to tell mine that we were dating. I was chained up all that time, asleep until you were gone," he was crying, but still managing to speak clearly.
I stared at his face in shock. Was he telling the truth? Did he really call the warriors? Did he really try to come back?
"And that excuses you? You fucking ran away—it doesn’t matter if you ’tried’ to come back—you didn’t," I screamed, watching him step back and cry silently this time. Did he really think I’d be thankful just because he wanted to come back for me?
"I don’t want to see your face ever again. I don’t want to hear your excuses," I shouted again, putting money on the counter without caring how much it was. I just wanted to get away from him and every toxic person in my life.
I pushed him aside as I walked out of the café. The fresh air really hit different. I don’t know what I would have done if he had threatened me like the rest. At least he was sorry.
See! I have such low standards. But that didn’t mean I would ever forgive him. He left me there when he was supposed to be protecting me that night. The only reason I was in that abandoned subway was because he promised he’d take care of me if anything ever happened.
Once I was nearing home, I got a notification of an incoming call popping up on my screen. My spoiled mood instantly started to lift when I saw who it was.
"Hello, Professor Emmet," I teased, just trying to hype myself up for a happy conversation.
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