Page 89 of Breathing Without You

Emerald

FINE I won’t be happy about it.

Chastity

Good cause I’m fucking smiling bitch.

Winter

Same bitch same, see you in an hour and a half be ready!

Chastity

Wait, I thought it was an hour?

Winter

She’s gonna drag ass. Give her an hour and a half. I’ll meet you at her house.

Chastity

alright see you soon bitches.

Emerald

I hate you guys. See you soon.

Winter

Love you bitch.

Chastity

Love you bitches.

Emerald

Love you bitches.

31

EMERALD

I roll out of bed,the room still spinning. I lied about drinking already but I’m definitely going to start before they get here. I walk to my bathroom and brush my teeth real quick, trying to fight the spinning room and the nausea creeping up on me. I rinse my mouth out and throw on a T-shirt and underwear not even caring about wearing shorts since I’m alone and I walk out of my closet and head towards the kitchen, grabbing my half bottle of wine from last night out of the refrigerator and some medicine for my head. I wash the medicine down with wine and step outside wasting time because I really just don’t want to go anywhere before I have to go out tonight.

Just my luck, Creedence is outside playing his guitar on his truck bed, and I look like absolute shit.

I have dark bags under my eyes, my hair is in the messiest, messy bun hanging on the side of my head with wispy pieces around my face, and loose pieces hanging from the bun. My black T-shirt is oversized hanging off my shoulder but long enough to cover my ass, but not any longer than any of my too short dresses. You know what fuck him; I don’t give a fuck if he sees me either.

He’s leaning against the back of his truck on the phone, his back towards me thank god. I sit down and chug some wine then close my eyes trying to feel as much of the breeze on my face as I can when I hear Creedence’s voice get a little louder.

“I don’t know what you want me to do Carsten,” he says a little angry. “Dude no, I don’t want to talk to her.” Asshole, I don’t want to talk to you either, fuck face.

“No, not yet at least. Why haven’t I been calling you back? Cause I just wanted time to myself, time alone.” He throws his hand up in the air as he says it.

“Yes, I’ve been drinking already, I took a couple shots.” He scoffs like he’s insulted.

“No, you’re not coming over here.” And as he says that he turns around and makes eye contact with me right as I open mine to take another sip of my wine. Fuck. He stares at me for a few minutes with anger in his eyes.

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