Chapter 8 – Merry Bartholomew

MEN ARE STUPID AND I’M DONE!

MERRY BARTHOLOMEW

Men are idiots. Every damn one of them can’t see a good thing without wanting to ruin it.

And I’m done. I do not need this shit. If he wants to be alone….fine.

I throw my clothes in my suitcase and then slam it shut. Dropping it to the ground, I yank at the handle and jerk the rolling case after me as I jerk my coat and hat on.

Glancing out the window, I don’t see him and I open the door, letting it close behind me.

The wind whips at me, dragging at my breath until it stutters in my chest. My fingers are so cold that they curl up.

I throw my suitcase in the car and then sit in the driver’s seat, sticking the key inside and waiting as I turn it.

Nothing happens. It clicks but nothing else. Frustrated, I keep turning it over and over again. Just more damn clicking.

Huffing out a tense breath, I rip the damn door open and grab my suitcase from the back. Dropping it into the snow, I jerk and yank it behind me as I step out of the yard and into the wind and driving snow.

It feels like forever and I haven’t reached anybody. Smirking angrily, I growl. They’re probably home with their loved ones, hugging and enjoying the angry storm. Enjoying the fact that they’re safe with their someone.

Unlike me. I’ll never have that. Because the idiot I gave my heart to doesn’t want me. He wants to grumble and growl and push me away.

My whole body aches and tears sting my eyes, the cold of the wind whipping them away.

Stumbling, I drop to my knees and the cold snow seeps into my pants. My breath stutters out and my fingers are so damn cold that it feels like I can’t feel them anymore.

I can’t wrap them around the handle of the case anymore. It drops behind me but I barely notice it. I stumble to my feet and set them one in front of the other until I’m just walking with no idea where the hell I’m going.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Nobody will care if something happens to me.

I don’t have anybody that cares one way or another for me. I’m alone and I’ll always be alone.

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