Recently, Lauren hasn't been her self. Not at all. She comes home most mornings at around 2am and most nights she sneaks out when I get ready for bed at about 10. Whenever I hear her come home, I hear her cursing and shouting at herself - something she does when she's drunk.
I am always too scared to stay up and wait for her, I've never liked alcohol and from what I've heard Lauren's system doesn't take well to it at all. It changes my harmless, protective, cuddly girlfriend into the total opposite. Angry and violent.
But tonight it's different, she left before we got ready for 'bed' which leaves me on my own, with no one to cuddle with. Even with the past few weeks I've been struggling to sleep without her arms around my waist, but tonight's different.
"Y/N/N are you not going to bed?" Camila asks me, sitting down next to me and yawning.
"I'm waiting for her." I mumble groggily.
"You'll be waiting some time." She huffs. I look away from her before getting comfortable on the couch. "Do you want me to stay with you?"
"You need sleep Cami." I tell her, although I really don't want to be alone.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"I mean, if you want to." I smile lightly, shuffling over so my older best friend can cuddle up to me.
About three hours of agonisingly waiting, I hear the key rattling in the door lock. But the door not opening.
"Fuck, where's the fucking ho-"
Cutting her off I open the door, she falls straight through and onto her knees. Before Lauren gets the chance to shout and scream at me, I walk away. As I get closer to the living room a hand pulls me back.
"Lauren get off." I grumble , pushing her off me.
"Don't push me."
"Don't touch me then it's as simple as that." I roll my eyes, laughing quietly as I sit down on the couch Camila isn't sleeping on.
"But I'm your girlfriend."
"My girlfriend? My girlfriend that 'loves' me and that 'cares' for me and that 'protects' me? Oh yeah, I forgot that's you." I roll my eyes totally looking away from her now.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Lauren growls walking closer to me. I stand up , forming some kind of guard around my self. This has happened before in previous relationships.
"That you're being a shit girlfriend."
"Excuse me." She raises her voice even more, taking a step closer to me.
"You heard me. When was the last time you told me that you loved me? Or that you hugged me or kissed me? When was the last time you asked how my day was? Or if I'm okay?" I pause taking a deep breath waiting for a reply. "Exactly, ages ago. All you care about now is that fucking can in your hand." I snap.
Lauren drops the can on the floor and I see the pure rage in her face. Usually angry Lauren is sexy and hot. Not this one, drunk and angry Lauren is terrifying.
"You don't know shit." She snaps in my face.
"Oh yeah try -"
My sentence is cut off by a stinging sensation to my cheek, followed by a liquid running down the side of my face. More and more following as my tears start. I look up at her slowly.
"B baby." Lauren instantly sobers up at the shock and moves towards me.
"No Lauren. Go. Leave me alone. I can't believe you'd actually -"
