79 | Betrayal

                                    

                                          
I updated only two days ago so make sure you read chapter 78 before this!!
June 23
2:31am
Diana De Angelais
Everything after I wandered out of the club was a blur. I was drunk, sad, confused and heartbroken; a combination of emotions that had me silently spilling tears as I wandered through the streets alone.
I knew it was stupid to be wandering the streets drunk and alone, especially in my situation. But I just couldn't care. 
I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anything. I wanted this whole night to go away. The one person in my life that I trusted completely, the person I knew I had fallen for had just ripped out my heart and crushed it in his fist.
He knew how much that word hurt me.
I understood why he was angry, I knew what it looked like to him and he was right to be angry. But it was too far to call me that, he didn't have to break my heart like that. Since I had known him, I never ever thought I would hear him call me that.
But here I was, stumbling through the street with a hole in my chest.
I didn't exactly know where I was, or how long I had been walking for. It was a street I never recognised, I was lost.
But to be honest I didn't really give a fuck if I was lost or not. I didn't want to go home, I didn't even want to look at Harry right now. He had succeeded in his plan that he had been talking about with that man, whether it was real or not,  because he had shattered my soul, and in the moment, I didn't care what happened to me anymore.
I stumbled a bit, almost tripping over my own feet. My hand found the brick wall of the building next to me to steady myself. I could feel every shot of tequila I had taken in the club coursing through my veins, but it felt euphoric.
I was standing still but everything was spinning. The world was moving too fast and my head couldn't keep up with it.
And then it hit, all at once. I stumbled forward a few steps to the dumpster against the wall of the building, and I emptied the contents of my stomach, which was literally only tequila.
Groaning at the disgusting feeling I felt all throughout my body, I stumbled back against the brick wall and slid down, letting my legs give out like they had been wanting to the entire night. I sat with my legs straight out on the ground, my chin against my chest, unable to hold my own head up.
"Miss?" I heard a voice coming from somewhere near me. Whipping my head up from where I had been, a tall man with longish dark hair was walking towards me, looking concerned. He crouched down but kept a bit of a distance between us, "Are you alright?"
"Mmmmhhmm" I hummed, smiling drunkenly at the stranger crouched down a few feet in front of me, I held my hands up in the air to emphasise just how wonderful I felt.
His eyebrows furrowed, and there was a quick sounding panic in his voice when he blurted out, "Are you sure, cause you look like you're about to—"
He was right. I wasn't fine.
The wave came again, and I stood up quickly, stumbling to regain my balance before I was bending over the dumpster again, and coughing up the toxins and alcohol I had drowned myself in over the past few hours.
I flinched when I felt the man closer behind me, his hand on my head, gathering up my hair behind me to keep it off my face. His other hand soothed up and down my back, comforting, but strange that he was doing this to a stranger.