I
ram the door open abruptly as a golden figure stood up in shock as I walked, annoyance filled all over her face. Her eyes darted straight at mine, and I looked at them, a very striking resemblance to the shining
stars.
“What are you doing here?” She asks with an irritated voice as I let the door close behind me.
I sigh, “What do you think my plans are when I walk into a bathroom?” “I’m using it.” She counters.
I narrow my eyes at hers, “It was marked as unoccupied, Do—” I press my lips together remembering that she asked me not to call her by my famous nickname.
“You saw me come in.” She picked up her opened bag that made her lipstick fall to the ground.
“Sure, I saw you, but you were taking too damn long.” “That’s such shit… I’ve been here for a minute.”
She kneeled down to the floor, picking up her lipstick, her hair falling in front of her face, then the rest of the items in her pouch falling as I watched her face turn red.
I pull her up, “Don’t.” She looks at me, “I’ll pick it up.”
I couldn’t bear to look at Adrianna kneeling on the floor like she was a housekeeper. She was more than that, she was a fucking princess.
“The only time I want to see you kneeling on the floor is if you’re pleasing me.”
I smile lazily as I get on the floor gathering her belongings. I looked up to her face, the room was nonexistent as her eyes meet mine once again.
They were her weak spot, she loved to ignore them in class.
A silent moment between us passed as I looked away, getting up and handing her purse back, my hand on her waist as hers rested on my chest from the tight room.
I pulled away from her, turning to pull on the handle so that I could leave before I kissed her. But the door didn’t budge. I turned the doorknob abruptly as it still wouldn’t open.
“Is it locked?” She asked me questions as she rushed me out of the way.
“ No, I just fucking like rattling doorknobs.”
“Can you manage not being a dick and an asshole for one whole night?” She smiles thickly, “I know it’s hard for you to do but please try your hardest.” She continues to give me a stone-cold look.
Irritation filled my gut as she stood there. Her eyes diving deep into my soul, hoping to see a crack.
“Do you have a bobby pin?” I asked her. “Do I look like I fucking had a bobby pin?”
She looked at me as if I didn’t see she had her hair down and didn’t use a bobby pin, so my luck was out.
“Great. Now, we’re stuck.” She snarls as I pulled my eyes away from hers.
“Way to state the fucking obvious, Sherlock.” I complained.
She walks in the opposite direction to get as far away from me as possible. Sadly, the room was pretty small, so her attempt was funny.
“I can deal with being stuck but being stuck with you, I would rather kill myself.” She snapped back as I rolled my eyes.
“Oh please, being stuck with me inside a bathroom with limited space is every girl’s dream.” I wink, joking with her as she looked away.
It wasn’t the same bitterness we had before where she would come at me with a witty response. No, now it was an entirely different kind of bitterness. The kind of bitterness that threatened to suddenly implode and hurt the both of us. I know I was the cause of this bitterness.
I inched closer as I took a closer look at her face. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked so incredibly sad. It broke my own heart.
“Then why does it seem like such a nightmare?”
My heart sank down to the pit of my stomach. God, I wanted to tell her everything. Tell her the truth. Tell her that I didn’t mean it. Tell her that my situation was fucked up. I wanted to spill it all out.
But I couldn’t. Not until I had it figured out. “Look at me.” I walk closer to her.
She avoids my gaze, “I can’t look at you or I might lose it, Grayson.”
I looked into her eyes as I found myself lost in them once again, “I’m looking at you.”
I looked at her as if she were my universe. As if I would promise her anything if only, she would say it. She could do anything to me. I would always try to fight for her.
For us.
She wiped her face quickly giving me another heart wrenching look.
I would often think about the times Adrianna promised she would stay. She was still here, even when I broke her heart and acted like a jerk. She came to the house every night. I didn’t show up, but I asked Harvey to watch her.
She would always come, until she didn’t.
“What is it?” She asked, “Is there something on my face or are you just gawking?” She turned away as I caressed her cheek.
I swallow, “Just gawking.” I answered as she shakes her head with embarrassment.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” I seethed as she scowls back, I couldn’t help but want her closer. She couldn’t either. My hand gripped her waist tighter as she let out a silent moan, a breath releasing from her mouth.
My breath against her neck. She bit her lips as I licked mine, “Don’t fucking do that either.” I pushed her slowly against the wall, kissing her neck.
I couldn’t help myself and I wish I could, but I couldn’t, “Grayson…”
She breathed out as I pulled away suddenly remembering our situation.
I closed my eyes, looking at her was too much.
I pull my hand away from her waist suddenly smelling the taint smell of copper, I look down at her delicate and petite figure, “Dove?”
She winced in pain as I looked at my hand, smeared with blood, then looking at her white dressed soaking with a hue or red, “Is that blood?”
She pushes me away with a sour expression, “Don’t fucking touch me.” She kept bleeding as I look at her with genuine fear, “Dove.”
She turns away embarrassed as I held her hand, “Adrianna, don’t be embarrassed.” She turned to look at me again, tears falling and this time she didn’t care if I saw.
“But I am embarrassed Grayson!” She screams at me and all I can really do is listen. “What do you want me to say?!” She laughs, “We match?” She faces me, “Because we don’t. I was so fucking wrong because I thought you understood, but you didn’t. You left me when I gave you so much.” She poured it all out as I stood there staring at her.
Her eyes were glass. One blink, they would break, “I came to you, with glued together broken parts of me. My wounds still had freshly sewn stitches. But you somehow thought it was okay to mend them and ruin me all over again.”
She looked at me with despair.
“You, Grayson. You were the one who wanted me first. You were the one who reached out and insisted. So why am I the one left to pick up the pieces?” she screamed, her voice filled with hurt and sorrow.
I was left speechless. “Why am I the one bearing all the pain when you were the one who wanted me first?” Her voice softened as she tried to calm down, her face now expressionless, with makeup streaked by her tears.
“So don’t tell me not to feel ashamed when I trusted you. You embarrassed me. You let me down. And I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for deceiving me, especially when you knew I didn’t deserve it.”
She stepped closer, her tears hitting the ground as my heart grew heavier. “I don’t deserve this, right?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Please, tell me I don’t deserve this.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. All I wanted was to tell her she didn’t deserve any of this, that I should’ve left the angel in her palace where she belonged.
I couldn’t touch her—she’d just think I was hurting her again.
I couldn’t reassure her—she’d hear nothing but mocking, condescending words.
I couldn’t make promises—she’d just think I was bluffing.
I couldn’t undo my actions, knowing they’d left visible and bleeding scars on her heart. I couldn’t even apologize because a simple sorry wasn’t enough to express how deeply I regretted everything.
All I could do was stand there, a figure with no more power to hurt or heal.
Adrianna was the kind of girl who wrote down her thoughts to remember them, while I skimmed over them, preferring not to dwell on the past.
She loved the warmth, where flowers bloomed, while I thrived in winter, where everything was dead, and the cold numbed my pain as I played hockey.
She cherished memories of life’s joys, while I struggled to forget mine.
She wasn’t meant for me. She deserved someone better. Everything was terrible for her, and all I gave her was pain.
I stood by and watched as she went up in flames. I was a coward, even as I heard August’s voice outside the bathroom.
“Go,” she insisted, her voice breaking as I closed my eyes. “I don’t need you to make me feel better, Prince.”
It hurt because I knew she heard August too. I pulled her into an embrace, whispering, “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to see you like this. I’m so, so sorry, Dove.”
She quieted, the room falling into an eerie calm. Was it worth the three months we had together? Even if it ended in ruin, I would say yes. Would it have been better if I had never taken her home from that bar?
But I thought too much, knowing that destruction was inevitable. She was in pain, and I couldn’t stand it.
This was my fault.
She looked up at me, her tears now dry, as I kissed the top of her head. “Can you please call Margo?” she asked, her voice barely audible. I nodded and stepped back, taking out my phone to call Margo’s cell. She answered with a hurried, fearful tone, asking where Adrianna was.
I told her to meet us at the locked bathroom. Less than a minute later, she was there, bursting through the door and rushing straight to Adrianna.
Her eyes remained on me as Margo talked to her. My hand remained on the doorknob, I hesitated to leave, my hand shaking as I turned away from them, unlocking the door from the front.
When I asked Neil to lock Adrianna and I in the bathroom for a short amount of time I didn’t think it would slap me in the damn face. I wanted to see if she was okay.
And she wasn’t.
