“Why are you being such a bitch?” I asked
My girlfriend looked at me with a blank expression
“You think this is me being a bitch Alex?” She asked
“Iris I know you are. I’ve seen this before.” I said
She huffed and rolled her eyes, we were fighting… Again. Fighting has become like an everyday thing now, I can’t handle it.
“Alex!” She yelled snapping me back into the present.
I just looked at her.
“Iris, I think it’s time we ended this.” I said calmly.
She smashed her eyebrows together and looked at me
“Why? This relationship is perfect” She asked
“Perfect?! What the hell is your definition of perfect? We fight all of the time Iris! That’s why!” I yelled
I was not in the mood to be fighting with her right now, her or anybody.
“We don’t fight all of the time Alex.” She said
“Name one day this week we haven’t fought.” I said
“There is always tomorrow.” She said
“Tomorrow is Sunday and that’s the start of a new week. Iris, this is over.” I said
“But Alex I love you.” She said
“Are you sure you love me? Because Donald Richman is pretty sure you love him. Due to what you two were doing at his house last week and the week before.” I said
“How did you find out about that?” She asked
“Well Donald told me and so did your best friend and uh oh, you just conformed it was true.” I said
“But I do love you.” She pleaded
“That may be true but this relationship is no more, now if you want to continue to be friends that is fine.” I said
She huffed and started crying.
“Why are you crying?” I asked
That was a dumb question.
“Why? Because we’re breaking up.” She said
“It happens.” I said
She whined and walked out of my bedroom and out of my house, I walked downstairs to the kitchen where my mom was supposed to be cooking but she had a bottle of wine out and she was drinking out of the bottle instead of a cup.
“Mom you’ve got to quit this.” I said
“It’s my way of mourning Alex.” She said
“I’m sad too mom, actually I’m devastated but drinking isn’t going to bring him back.” I said
“I know baby.” She said setting the bottle down and hugging me
I hugged her back.
“I wanted to tell you this earlier but Iris was over. You two seem to be fighting a lot.” She said
“We won’t be fighting anymore. What’s up?” I asked
“Why not?” She asked
“We broke up.” I said
She nodded
“Alex tomorrow is your last day at your school.” She said
“What?” I asked
“We’re moving out of Essex Alex.” She said
“Why.” I asked dumping the wine down the sink
“I physically can’t be in this house Alex. It haunts me, I can’t sleep, I have trouble eating, and I’m drinking so much.” She said
“I understand. Where are we moving to?” I asked
“Baltimore Maryland.” She said
“Jesus. I figured we were just going somewhere else in England. Not to another county.” I said
“It’ll all be okay. I promise.” She said
I huffed and walked back up into my room, tomorrow was my last day in England. I listened for my mom to go to her room and then I went out into the hallway, I walked down two doors and opened it. The room smelt of him, I missed that smell, I missed him. I walked into the room and over to the bookshelf, I picked up the solo picture frame and looked at it. It was of him and I playing video games, I felt a tear slowly roll down my cheek.
“Oh Tom.” I said
I set the picture back down and quietly walked back to my room.
“Why!” I yelled
I turned my music on and threw a book at my wall.
“Why! Why! Why!” I yelled
I picked up anything I could and threw it at the walls, tears running down my face. I grabbed more things throwing, screaming, and crying. My door opened and my mom came rushing in.
“Alex shhh. Shh.” She said
She grabbed me and pulled me down to the floor in her lap.
“It’s okay.” She said
“I can’t. I can’t do this without him.” I said
“We can do this together.” She said
I tried to calm my breathing so I could stop crying but the tears just kept coming.
“Shh. Hush my baby please don’t cry, it’ll all be okay just give it some it time. He’s watching over you all of the time, he’ll help you through all your tough times.” My mom sang.
She always sang a song when I needed her after what had happend to Tom, I wiped my eyes and hugged her.
“Get some sleep.” She said
I got off of her lap and she stood up and hugged me, squeezing me in the process.
“Goodnight.” She said
“Goodnight mom.” I said
She left and I stripped out of my jeans and tank top and crawled into bed.
“Goodnight Tom.” I said into the air.