The Wounded Love novel Chapter 11

Nick was the only one who wasn't speaking. He stared at me instead. I could tell by the look on his face that he was hurt and even though it shouldn't, the fact that he hurt made me hurt. Despite everything he had done, I still felt for him. After all, he was my first love.

The green monster was the only thing keeping me above water at this point. He felt for me. The second he removed his eyes was the second I fell apart.

Never have I been this angry. Not in my entire life. This was beyond anger. It was evil and it took over.

"I don't care!" I screamed so loud that my throat hurt. "I don't care what any of you think because none of you genuinely care about me! You stand me because you have to, not because you want to. Stop trying to control every f@cking aspect of my life! I'm an adult and I'm going to make adult decisions for myself. Screw the wedding. I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going to the god damn wedding!"

Tears had begun to fall by now. No one said a word, they all watched, quietly from the sidelines as I stuffed my clothes into my suitcase. I slipped on my heels and left. I walked out without looking at anyone, without saying anything.

It was cold outside and I had no jacket. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and fall into a deep sleep. I wanted to sleep for the next few years. I wanted to sleep until all the pain went away. Until all the humiliation faded.

I gave the cab driver who drove me home a fifty dollar bill and didn't ask for change. This ride home, even if he wasn't aware of it, was a life saver. He drove me over the line from insanity back to peace, and because of that he deserved every penny of it.

I ran up the stairs and threw my stuff down on the floor. I didn't wait until getting into my bathroom before stripping off my scratchy dress and ripping off the heels that had begun to give me blisters. The shower was long and hot. So hot that my skin was red and blotchy by the time I finished.

I didn't brush out my hair or even put any new clothes on. I found nirvana in my big, soft bed. I focused on the soft blankets, the thousands of pillows that hugged me. I focused on my breathing until finally I fell asleep.

I woke up at around noon time. I had already scheduled the entire week off from work because of how involved I was in the wedding, so I had nothing to do and no place to go. Eventually I did get dressed and managed to make myself look... decent. I then plopped down on the bed with my iPad and began to binge Netflix.

It wasn't until about ten o'clock did I shut off my iPad and it was only because my doorbell began to buzz. "Open the freaking door!" It was Jade.

I clicked the button to let her in. We were best friends. The type of best friends who talk about everything from the weird stuff in our sex lives to simple stuff, like what we had for dinner.

She sighed. "You know you need to get this off your chest. This is the first guy since Nick. The only guy other than Nick. It wasn't Nick, right?"

She was right. I did need to get it off my chest, but I felt so cheap. It was embarrassing.

This was Jade. Jade, the girl who went through this far more times than I could count.

"Just this guy I met at the bar. We talked the day of Angela's bridal shower. The next day he found me at the bar again. I was in a bad mood and I had a couple of shots in me, he seemed to be sad and kind of drunk too." I took a deep breath. "Anyways we started making out at the bar then I suggested that we go to his room-?

"You suggested it! You? Skyla Williams?"

I gave her a sarcastic smile. "Yes. I, Skyla Williams had the idea that we go up to his room. Do you want to hear the rest of it?"