Curious

Chapter 2

Soft knocks on the door knocked me out of my daze. I could see the dried tears on my pale complexion, probably accompanied by smudged black mascara. “What?” I managed to croak out. “Are you okay?” a soft, apprehensive voice called from behind the door. “f*****g amazing, thanks.” I spat back dripping with hurtful sarcasm, angry with whoever was asking such a stupid question.  

The door creaked open and I was met with an icy face. “Ey!” Brad said with a stern tone and an expression that told me to simmer down. I immediately turned my face away from his hoping to save any dignity I had left. Not to be horrible but Brad was probably the last person I wanted to see right now. I mean I had just been having an argument with Aaron about whether me and him were something more so it kinda felt like a liberty to comfying up to him because my boyfriend had just cheated on me. “Just go away. Please” I added in a slightly less convincing tone. Brad didn’t move. Just stood there with his eyes focused on me and my stained face. I sighed in defeat, knowing that no matter what I said, he wasn’t shifting. 

The only noise in the room was the faint vibration of my phone, still filling with unwanted pictures of that dickhead and his new missus. He had to know that I was aware of what was currently circulating every social media timeline right now but still no call or even text to even try and deny it. That’s how I knew there was no coming back from this. It was her he wanted not me anymore. I glanced down and the simple diamond that sat on my ring finger. Brad catching my glance as I did. Still not saying anything, Brad came closer until he sat down beside me, gently pushing my caramel brown hair from my wet face. I made the mistake of moving my head towards him, my eyes searching for his. He looked at me with so much pity that I wanted to smack him but instead I felt my eyes fill with tears again. This time I felt muscley arms wrap around my toned frame, pulling me in until I hit his hard chest with a small thump. Sinking into his embrace, I let the tears fall staying there until voices made me realise i had closed my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I heard Aaron say from the doorway, where he was now joined by Liam and Ollie. Aaron was always more like a brother to me but the rest of the boys had also become like brothers too and seeing them stood at the doorway with concern written all over their face made me realise how lucky I was for people like this is my life. 

I gently shook my head, leaving Brad’s embrace. “I haven’t even spoken to him.” I replied shakily, spitting the word ‘him’ out like it was poison. The boys nodded in unison. I toyed with my thoughts, shall I ring him or wait for him to contact me?  Shaking my head at my own thoughts, I asked the boys for a bit of privacy. They all shuffled down the hallway and left me alone. I pulled out my phone ignoring the constant notifications I was gathering.

Ring ring. Ring ring. After what felt like a lifetime he picked up. Silence. No words were spoken, the piece of s**t couldn’t even muster up a hello. “Wha-” I started off in a harsh tone. “I’m sorry.” He cut me off in a sheepish tone. “How long?” I breathed out closing my eyes, getting ready to wince at the answer. After a short pause, he replied, “A little under a year.” Wow, he literally jumped on anyone else as soon as I was out of sight. “Who is she?” I tried to sound angry and confident despite the voice inside my head screaming out in pain. “Katie. Katie Walter.” He said, still being awfully quiet and sheepish. The name didn’t ring any bells but I kept it in mind ready for my f*******: search after this god awful conversation. “She’s new. Just moved in the apartment above mine.” He started to tell me as if I was a intrigued friend that wanted to know about his new love interest, despite her apparently not being so new. “Stop.” I said holding my head in my hand. “I never want to see you again and I sure don’t ever want to speak to you again. Go to hell Lewis.” I psat angrily down the phone before putting it down. I wanted to scream. I needed to get out of this house.