Blasphemous (Torn #3)(34)

“Let’s dig in and fatten ourselves up. I’m starving.” Lindsey handed me a plate as I drank the coffee.

Studying the cup again, I smiled. I was going to keep it, just to remind her that she should trust that her friends wouldn’t backstab her like that.

E

Amber, Lindsey and Trista all ganged up on me to come out of my room that very same night.

It was already past ten at night when we got to Carter’s party. I really knew I was back into living my own life when I got inside and found Cece dancing with her tits out in front of some random man in the living room.

“Unbelievable, bitch. She comes to my brother’s party, knowing how much I hate her and also knowing that she took part in breaking you and Carter up. Now that’s what you call a heartless bitch,” Lindsey muttered under her breath as she disgustingly glanced at Cece and strode towards the bar, away from the campus skank.

As always, the four of us parted and did our own thing for a bit, then caught up an hour later.

Alcohol didn’t appeal much to me, so instead of getting a drink, I strode out towards the back that led to the beach. Taking my shoes off, I strode towards the shore, feeling the cool sand underneath my soles as I went along, stopping at the spot where the sand met the water.

The moon was out tonight, but it didn’t give me that awestruck feeling like it did back in Aspasia. It didn’t feel magical, just the plain, old moon, hanging in the darkened sky, playing as the backdrop for the ocean.

Bass, where are you? Come back to me before you get lost. Please, come back, I silently pleaded, hoping whoever had the power to hear my wishes, would grant me what I wanted the most.

“Emma?” a voice came from behind me.

I said I wanted Bass back, not Carter! I wanted to scream, but found myself spinning around to face the culprit who caused so much heartache for me, making me lose the only man who loved me with no reservations.

“Carter,” I greeted him with a chilly tone. I saw him flinch at the way I shot him down.

“I heard about what happened. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it go like that at all.”

Giving him a hateful stare, I shrieked, “You’re sorry! Please, I would love to hear how you thought it’d turn out?”

Carter looked pained before letting out a breath. “I was thinking that you would realize that I was serious this time. That what you had with Bass wasn’t real. That you would come to me because you realized that, but I never thought he’d leave you. I mean, he chased you around for quite sometime.” He took a step closer, now a foot away from me. “I never wanted you hurt, but looking at you now, I caused you more pain. It hurts to see you like this.”

Seeing the real agony in his eyes, I looked down and played in the sand with my big toe, processing things. “He wouldn’t have left if I had just told him things, but I was scared. I—” I choked up, thinking of the conversation we had when he asked if there were other things that needed to be said because he wanted us to have a solid relationship. I thought keeping it from him was a way of protecting what I had with Bass and at the same time protecting his feelings, too. I didn’t want him to hurt anymore than I had, especially when the subject was related to Carter. “It’s my fault. There’s no one to blame but me.”

“I’m really sorry, Emma.”

I gave him a grieved smile before strolling away.





Chapter 14


“Falling in love is like getting drunk. You wake up with a horrible hangover, swearing that you’ll never drink again.”



- Author Unknown



Emma



I didn’t know what it was with today, but it felt like something was pulling me down, trying to drown me with thoughts of Bass and dwell on the fact that he’s gone.

I wanted to feel nothing.

I was tired from all these excessive emotions. I needed a break. Just for a few hours, I sought a hiatus.

At four in the afternoon, I found myself at a bar, downing shots one after the other until I couldn’t lift my hand anymore.

A few hours later, someone was trying to break me out of my coma. There was a soft grip on my shoulder, slightly shaking me to wake up. It took a few seconds to open my eyes, blinking back, squinting as I tried to focus on the stranger’s face. “Sweetie, is there someone I can call to come and get you?” a kind woman who had streaks of purple on her dyed black hair asked. She looked at me with heartfelt concern.

I was sure I looked like the poster for a hot mess at the moment. Though, I think, people who had broken hearts were entitled to be messed up as they saw fit. This was the worst physical pain anyone could go through without being sick or having an actual wound. Bass, I missed him so bad it gave me constant chest pains. The thought of him with Lydia was killing me inside. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually this reckless,” I mumbled incoherently, closing my droopy lids as I leaned against the tiled wall. “He left me. It’s too late now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve been there, too, but you can’t pass out in a bar’s bathroom. It’s too dangerous. Ask your friends to be with you when you want to drink. Where’s your cell phone? We’re going to get you out of here and back to your place.”

“My purse. Thank you.”

I heard her pick my purse up and rummage to get my phone. “Who do I call to get you, honey? Can any of your girlfriends pick you up?”