The Loveless Letter (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 22

POV: Olivia

I was asleep.

I was so emotionally drained from everything that I downed a whole bottle of zquil and called it fucking day. The last couple of days had been hard for me and I was so tired of dealing with all the bullshit that kept cropping up in my life.

I was asleep until...

I fucking wasn't...

Ringing jolted me from my sweet sweet sleep and I groggily opened my sleep-addled eye. The crusties kept them from opening so I had to pry the bitches open and was rewarded with a bright light shining into my eyes.

"¡Joder! ¡Quién ha abierto las putas persianas!" I mumbled angrily.

(Fucking hell! Who opened the fucking blinds!)

And then I remembered.

Oh, yeah...

It was me...

Well...

I sighed, stopped mumbling under my breath, and fumbled for where my phone was.

It was on the floor, not plugged in because of course it wasn't plugged in.

Why was it not plugged in and on the floor?

Fuck if I know why my dumbass self didn't plug the shit in, but it was on the floor because my bed was on the floor. I didn't need some dumb extra shit to hinder my bed experience. It worked out just fine like this and I had no problems with it whatsoever.

The phone was still ringing and it was getting on my nerves, but my hand finally grasped it and I answered it without seeing who it was.

"Who the he-" I tried to say, but the other person on the line cut me off.

"Liv? Are you there?" A familiar voice that tickled my brain said.

What the hell...

"Bree? Is that you?" I asked, still a little groggily, but waking up faster by the second.

"Yeah.. Yeah it's me..." Bree whispered, sniffling.

"Bree?" I asked, confused and worried.

"I don't... I'm just... I'm so sorry..." Bree said sadly, her voice trembling.

"Bree? What's going on? Sorry for what?" I asked.

"Oh, Liv... Sorry for being mean, sorry for hurting you, and I'm sorry for avoiding you all this time. I- I just didn't know what to say to you and then a day turned into multiple days and..." Bree rambled, sniffling every so often.

"Bree? I forgive you all right? All I wanted was for you to be okay." I said honestly.

"But I'm not okay..." Bree whined, crying now.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" I asked, alert because of what Bree just said.

"Henry... H-Henry came back, but he's blowing me off. E-Every time I try t-to talk to him he waves it a-away and says I'm just complaining. I don't- I don't k-know what to d-do, Liv... I was d-dreading him coming back and n-now this apartment f-feels so s-suffocating." Bree sobbed.

"Bree? Do you... Do you want to come over here for a few days? So either of you can have your space for a while?" I asked, trying my best to be polite.

I was trying.

I really was.

Henry was Bree's fiancé, but right now, all I wanted to do was smash his face in for treating her this way. She had already been stressed the fuck out with the wedding and him coming back acting like a fucking child was not what she needed on top of this.