Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

her out of the bar with Mason following behind

us. She tried to get out of my grip as she was screaming at me to let her go. She was so drunk, and it

killed me to see her behave this way. She stopped dead in her tracks and wouldn’t move, so I picked

her up in the middle of the club and threw her over my shoulder. She started kicking and screaming

for me to put her down.

“Ellery, knock it off or so help me.”

“So help you what, Connor?!” she yelled as I put her in the cab and climbed next to her. She looked

at me as I stared straight ahead. I couldn’t look at her at that moment. I was too pissed off.

“You have no right!” she spat.

My angered eyes turned and looked at her. “I have no right? What the hell do you think you were

doing in there? Were you trying to get yourself raped? Look at you, and the way you’re dressed,

you’re just asking for it.”

She flipped out and started hitting me in the chest. “Fuck you, Connor!” she screamed as she

proceeded to beat on me.

Mason grabbed her arms as I grabbed her wrists, trying to calm her down. The cab pulled up to the

apartment building. Mason and I got out, and Ellery sat there with her arms folded.

“Get out of the cab now!” I yelled. She glared at me and then flipped me off.

“Real mature, Ellery,” I said as I leaned into the cab, grabbed her arm, and pulled her out. I threw

her over my shoulder and carried her straight to the bedroom, throwing her on the bed. I paced back

and forth across the room while running my hands through my hair, trying to calm down.

“I can’t believe you, Ellery. I came here tonight to surprise you, and I find you dry humping some

guy in a club, drunk off your ass. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was having fun instead of being cooped up in this apartment, crying over you every damn day!”

she screamed.

I stopped and looked at her. I could see the affliction in her eyes, and it hurt. “Do you think this has

been easy for me?” I asked calmly.

She put her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet, and I heard her

vomiting. I walked in behind her and held her hair back with one hand while I softly rubbed her back

with other. As she began to cry, I walked to the sink and ran a cloth under the warm water. When she

was finished, I wiped her mouth with it and helped her off the floor.

“Let’s get you in your pajamas and into bed. You have your treatment tomorrow,” I said as I took

her nightshirt out of her drawer. I walked over to her, and she grabbed it out of my hands.

“Let me help you,” I calmly said.

“I don’t need your help; I can do it myself!” she yelled and undressed as I watched her. She

climbed into bed and pointed at the door for me to leave her room. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I

grabbed a pillow and laid myself on the couch. I turned on the TV, but it was playing a DVD. The

woman on the screen looked just like Ellery. I restarted it from the beginning and watched as Ellery’s

mother spoke to her. No wonder she went to the club and drank like that. Between watching this video

and me, the girl was a wreck. I felt horrible, and I should’ve been here for her while she watched it. I

wanted nothing more than to climb into bed next to her and hold her tight. I wanted to tell her how

much I love her and that I’m here for her, but it’s the last thing she wanted, so I respected her wishes

and slept on the couch.

***

I woke up early the next morning and put on a pot of strong coffee. Ellery was going to need it

because she was going to have one hell of a hangover. I leaned up against the counter, waiting for the

coffee to brew as she emerged from the bedroom.

“Good morning; you look like shit,” I smiled, trying to be funny and lighten the moment.

“Yeah, well, we all can’t look as perfect as you,” she frowned.

I smiled as I handed her a cup of coffee. “Do I get a hug?” I asked as I held my arms out.

“Sluts don’t give hugs,” she snarled as she grabbed her cup and walked away.

Obviously she’s still pissed about the ‘slut’ remark. I was hoping she wouldn’t remember that. I

took my coffee, sat at the table, and waited for her to get ready. After 20 minutes, she was finally

ready and she went to the cabinet to grab a bottle of Motrin. She was having trouble opening the

bottle, so I walked over to her and tried to take it from her hands to help her. She wouldn’t let go and

told me to go away.

***

We arrived at the hospital in silence. She walked a few feet ahead of me through the parking lot. I

tried to hold her hand, but she just jerked it away. “I don’t understand why you’re so mad,” I finally

said.

“You called me a slut, Connor.”

“I said you looked like a slut, Elle.”

She shook her head, “Same