Damn it!
I missed those eyes, even though now I look at them full of hate.
They have looked at the same way another woman...
I stop breathing as I try to dig into his eyes to understand how he became so cold. So asshole.
And I still ask myself, like when I realized I fell in love with him, why I have this strong feeling towards him.
He scrutinizes me carefully, as if he wanted to ask me a thousand questions.
I can't hold his gaze so I look questioningly at Julie, but when I see her laugh I understand that the little plague has deceived me.
I take a deep breath as I look around: I have been away from these walls for a few hours, yet now I understand how much I have missed them.
"Are you going to enter or go back where you came from?" - Alex's voice echoes in my ears, but instead of being struck by those words, his tone encourages me to hold his angry gaze.
I am the victim here and I don't understand the reason of his anger.
His arrogance makes my blood boil in my veins:
"This is my house and I do what I want!" - I reply, while I take my eyes off his figure and then walk towards my room.
The first thing I notice are the untidy blankets, a sign that he slept in my place instead of his side of the bed, but the other half is intact, which shows that he slept alone.
I sit on the corner of the bed, thinking about how brave I am right now, to be able to breathe his own air and accept having him five meters away.
I throw myself backwards, mentally repeating his words:
'Are you going to enter or go back to where you came from?'
Perhaps it would have been convenient for him to have me out of his life for a while.
Maybe having the house empty would help him get to know Catherine or other women better.
But this only fuels my desire to ruin his life.
His and Catherine's.
Unfortunately I would not succeed, even if I wanted to, because I don't know how to take revenge, I don't know how to hate enough a person who deserves all my hatred.
And now I'm here, living with Alex again under the same roof, but everything will change.
Starting with me.
"He's my boyfriend!" - I hear Juliet scream in the living room, then I stand next to the wall that divides us to understand the reason of her anger.
«Don't even say it.» - Alex answers calmly.
"But you don't even know him!"
"I don't need to know him!" - he raises his voice, then instinctively I clench my jaw.
"I can't stand you! And I'll go out with him anyway! »- Juliet screams, then I hear a door slam, a sign that she has closed herself in her room.
I would like to have the courage to get out of these walls to spit in his face everything I would like to say to him since yesterday, but I just go back to bed and wait for ten in the morning: going back to work will help me distract myself and pass the time .
I blush thinking about the fact that my boss caught me pulling his daughter's hair and that I will have to face him in two hours.
Maybe he'll really fire me.
I think again that I even have to apologize to that inflated ball of plastic surgery, but it won't happen.
If I see her again, this time I would react worse.
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