R.Lum.R x Frustrated
I’m not alright, right now. I’m having trouble seeing you for what you do.I’m not alright, worn down. From make believing that you love me too… I’m frustrated, over you. Frustrated, I’m a fool. Frustrated, over you. Frustrated, I’m a fool…..
Stomach ache, headache, and throwing up was my morning. Mixing dark liquor with champagne was not the best decision. I felt like I was dying and that’s why I don’t go out anymore. If I needed anything, it was a whole day of rest. I needed something to get me through this ugly hangover and most importantly I needed a day to be away from everyone.
Looking at my snap chat, I realized how much fun I wasn’t planning on having. I was a drunk mess and I hated it. I always hated being the super drunk person in public, but hey whatever I had fun. The only thing that I kept thinking about was Terrance. I hated that Eric even knew him and it kept getting to me. I never asked what Eric did for a living and honestly, I didn’t give a damn. Now I’m regretting even sleeping with him because now I feel like that “girl”. I had sex with two guys who know one another, except I’m only in love with one. Yes, I love Terrance and it’s messed up because I wish I didn’t love him. Being in love is hard and it’s even harder when the person doesn’t know or doesn’t feel the same.
Getting out of my bed for the hundredth time, I heard a knock on my door. I already knew who it was, it was Terrance. He’s the only one who know’s where my new place is at; because he’s the one who purchased it. I looked through the peephole and it was him.
“Ronnie I know you see me. Open the door.” I didn’t even want to open it. I didn’t want him to know I was even here. “Alright.” After he said that I heard the knob turn and his ass hit me with the door. How the hell did he get a key?
“Damn, Terrance! What are you doing here and how did you get a key?”
“I told you to open the door and I had a key made.”
“Remind me to have the locks changed.” I rubbed my forehead and headed back to my room. I don’t know why he was here, but he could go back home for all I care.
Plopping down on my bed, I heard Terrance sigh. He does that a lot when he’s ready to ask me something serious. I knew what direction this was going in.
“You ready to tell the truth?”
“What are you talking about, Terrance?”
“Who is Eric?”
“Ronnie, just tell the truth.”
“I don’t know an Eric. I really don’t know and it would be nice if you trusted me.”
“How can I trust you when you said you don’t know him, yet you fucked him. Plus your picture was in his phone.” Picture? What the fuck?!