My Man

Depressed

Right now I'm in a hotel, staring at my phone as it repeatedly rang over and over again.

Bruno's been calling me nonstop since last night. But I'm not gonna answer.

I tangled my fingers into my hair, clenching tightly.

I'm still finding all this hard to process.

How could he do this to me?

I'm a mess. My hair is all over the place, my eyes are red from lack of sleep and crying, my head is killing me and...my hearts broken.

I loved him so much and I still do.

I gave up everything for him.

I left my family in Florida to come to LA with him, my mother won't even call me anymore she's so upset with me. Of course, my parents thought it was "absolutely absurd" that I was dating someone that was 8 years older than me and they completely disowned me. My sister even tells me that they say they only have one daughter...which is her.

My phone rang again, for the 50th time.

I picked up my phone and silenced it, trying hard not to smash it against the wall. I slammed it back on the table.

God, my head hurts.

I took a few aspirins down with a shot of whiskey.

Might as well get fucked up.

Oh shit.

I forgot Geronimo at the house.