Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Just like the good old days.” I laugh bitterly as my blood boils. I want to hit something, I want to smash things, and I want them out of my fucking apartment now. “Here is something not like the good old days,” I tell them and walk to Kevin. Chris gets up, and the girls looking around, trying to figure out if they should get dressed or just keep going. My head held high, my hands itching to move. The pull to look over at the counter and see if the line of blow is still there. “I want you guys out of my fucking house, now!” I yell the last part and advance on them. “Now.”
I turn to look at the girls, and it takes a split second for Kevin to lunge at me, but because he’s flying fucking high on whatever he’s taking, I see his arm swinging for me. It might be my reflexes or the fact that every single nerve in my body is tingling, but I swing my right hand and knock his jaw with it, and he falls back into Mika and Chris who now hold him back. “GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!” I roar out, the girls now run around, grabbing what pieces of clothing are theirs and getting out. Kevin sits up and touches his lip that has a little bit of blood leaking out.
“You’re a fucking waste,” he says to me like his words can hurt me, like I don’t know all of this. “What, you think you’re a bigshot now that you’re playing for New York?” He laughs now. “You can take the scum out of the gutter, but he still lingers with scum.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “You’re so fucking gone you don’t even make sense.” I advance on him. “I don’t think I’m a bigshot, far from it.” I look at Mika and Chris. “I just know that I deserve better than this fucking shitty cycle.”
“Oh, here he is, Mr. Therapist,” Mika says.
I shake my head and grab the phone out of my pocket. “I’m going to make it really easy for you assholes. If you don’t take your shit out of my fucking house, I’ll call the cops.” I chuckle. “Can you see the headlines? I know my team is going to piss me, but unlike you three, I’m going to come back clean. So, what’s it going to be, boys?”
“Fuck this shit and this asshole,” Kevin says, grabbing his clothes from the couch. “You’re a waste.”
Mika and Chris grab their things also and then walk out, slamming the door behind them.
I look around the apartment and see that the chairs around the table have been knocked over as well as some of the stools at the counter.
I look down at my phone, picking it up, and I know I have to call someone. I need the help, so I dial the first person I can think of. He answers right away with a groggy voice. “Hello.”
“Jeffrey,” I say, my voice cracking. “I fucked up.”
“What do you mean you fucked up?” he asks me, and I hear him moving around in the background. “Where are you?”
“I’m at home sitting on my couch,” I tell him. “There is stuff everywhere.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he says into the phone. “Whatever you do, don’t you dare give up.” The phone disconnects, and I make the second biggest call of the evening.
“Matthew,” I say, my voice cracking. “I need help.” I don’t know where he is. He is probably at the pub because I hear him shout for Max.
“Where are you?” he asks me, and I hear him running somewhere.
“Home,” I tell him. “I’m at home.”
“Are you alone?” he asks frantically, and then I hear a car door. “Or are you with someone?”
“I’m alone,” I tell him, and he shouts out the address to someone.
“We’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he says, then his voice gets lower. “Did you take anything?”
I shake my head while the tears run down my cheeks. “No,” I say, my hands start to suddenly shake uncontrollably.
“I need you to just stay where you are. Can you do that?” he asks me. “That is what you need to do. You need to sit down and not move. Did you call Jeffrey?”
“Yes,” I whisper. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, but it hurts too much because all I see are Zoe’s eyes. “He’s on his way.”
“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” he says.
I put the phone beside me and look outside in a daze as the night plays over and over in my head. The sight of her watching me, the sight of her walking into the room and seeing what I used to be. The hurt in her and knowing I put it there just makes it that much worse. A buzz makes me get up and move toward the door to buzz them in. I open the door and wait for them in the doorway.