Never Get to Heaven • cl16

003. REGRETS

"Fucking hell!" I whispered as I opened my eyes, squinting at the light pouring in through gaps in the curtains.

My head throbbed, and my mouth felt like sandpaper. What the fuck happened last night?

I rolled over to see Jo next to me in the bed. Both of us were still in our outfits from the night before, with remnants of make-up on our faces. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of my best friend, who was still sleeping soundly beside me.

I slowly pushed myself off the edge of the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that would wake Jo up. I slinked out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind me. Cringing as it squeaked, I paused to listen, waiting to see if I could hear any movement from inside. I could still hear Jo's soft, sleepy breathing and knew I was clear.

I hobbled down the stairs, clutching my head as the room spun around me. I had forgotten how awful hangovers felt and was majorly regretting last night's decisions. Reaching the kitchen, I grabbed a glass of water and leaned over the counter with my head down. Fuck my life.

A buzz could be heard across the room, and I glanced up to see Jo's bag.

My phone.

Adam.

Fuck.

I reached into Jo's bag, pulling out my phone, not even wanting to look at it. My chest tightened, and my breathing quickened.

42 Missed Calls from Adam.

I inhaled sharply as I unlocked it to look at the messages.

Adam:
Everything okay?
Are you home yet?
Bea?
Where are you?

As I scrolled down further, I felt a sweat form all over my body.

What the fuck Beatrice?
Where the fuck are you?
Answer me.
ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE.
I can see Joanna's Instagram you know.
I'm not fucking stupid Beatrice.
Fuck you.
I bet you're fucking cheating on me right now.
You fucking slut!

I winced. I knew I would be dead the next time I saw him.

I moved on to Instagram to see what Jo had posted while we were out last night. I couldn't help but feel a little mad at her, even though she had done nothing wrong. She had provided Adam with photographic evidence of my crime.

User: @joannafontaine posted a story!

I locked my phone and put my head in my hands. What the fuck am I going to do?

I sat like that for a few minutes, my mind racing at 100mph, I couldn't think straight. How could I possibly get out of this? I was a dead man walking. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and hide.

I jumped up as I heard someone banging loudly on the front door.

I knew exactly who it was.

"Fuck!" I whispered. I started to shake violently, tears pricking my eyes instantly.

"BEATRICE, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" Adam's voice rang in my ears. I couldn't move. I was frozen in place.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR, I'LL BREAK IT DOWN!"

I thought of Jo still sleeping upstairs. She couldn't see this. I hadn't been honest with her about Adam's behavior lately. I downplayed everything.

I rushed towards the door. I shut my eyes tight as I opened it.

On the other side was Adam, almost foaming at the mouth with pure rage.

"Adam... I-" I whispered.

"Don't say another fucking word, Beatrice." He glared back at me. "I don't want any of your excuses. You broke my rules, my fucking trust, Beatrice."

"I-I know, Adam, I am so sorry..." I couldn't stop shaking as I whispered out an apology.

"Sorry?" He scoffed. "We'll see about fucking sorry! Look at you, you're still in last night's clothes, for fuck's sake! Get your stuff. I'm taking you home." He growled at me.

"But, what about J-"

"I don't give a fuck about Joanna; quite honestly, you're never going to see her again; I'll make sure of it." He grabbed my arm and pulled me close to his chest, hurting me. I could feel his fingers forming bruises on my skin. My eyes welled with tears and began rolling down my cheeks.

"You are fucking dead, Beatrice," he whispered in my ear. I was frozen in place, scared to move in case he hit me.

"Adam, get the fuck away from her." Jo's voice boomed around the room. I turned to see her standing at the top of the stairs. She had seen everything.

Adam released me from his grip, looking up to match Jo's eye contact.

"Oh, what do we have here? Slut number two! What the fuck are you going to do, Joanna?" I stared at him, terrified of what he would do next.

"You heard me, Adam, fuck off! Or I will phone the police." She shouted as she made her way down the stairs.

Adam started laughing. "Fuck you both, fucking sluts!" He backed away towards the door, turning back to face me. "We aren't fucking done here. You'll see me soon." He pointed in my face.

I stayed silent, tears streaming as Adam slammed the door behind him. I couldn't process what had just happened. It felt like my mind was glitching. I had never seen Adam like that before and Jo had just witnessed all of it.

"Bea, what the fuck was that?" Jo rushed over to me as I fell to the ground, sobbing.

"Why didn't you tell me that was how he was treating you?" She questioned me, with a hint of anger in her voice. She held me against her chest, cradling me as I cried.

I didn't reply as I cried harder, my vision blurred and a sharp ringing flooded my ears.