The Heartbroken - S01 E52

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The Heartbroken - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

What the f--k?

“Go to sleep, Seth,” I

said.

“Exactly.” He closed the

door behind him and

made his way closer to

the bed, jumping onto

the mattress and

making himself

comfortable.

Gaping at him, I pushed

myself up from the bed.

“What do you think

you’re doing, Everett?”

“Relax.” He put his two

hands behind his head

and stared straight at

the ceiling. “I’m not

going to do anything.”

“You’re drunk. Go

away.”

“I’m not,” he said. “It

was just one beer.”

“What the f--k is

wrong with you?” I

tried pushing him off

the bed, planting my

palms squarely on his

side and pushing with all

my might.

He wasn’t budging

anytime soon.

“Look. I’m not going to

do anything.” He took

both my hands in his

and forced me to back

down. “I’m just sleeping

here, that’s all.”

I pulled my hands away

from his grip. “Then let

me sleep elsewhere.”

“Nope. Unless you want

to sleep out on the

sidewalk.”

Taking a pillow, I put it

over my face and

groaned, the sound

muffled. Outside, the

rain was falling hard,

the pitter-patter on the

rooftop occasionally

joined by a crack of

thunder. “I swear,

Everett, if you try to

sexually harass me, I

won’t hesitate to kick

your balls.”

He scoffed. “Don’t

flatter yourself.”

“Whatever. I’m going to

sleep while trying to

convince myself that

you’re not really here

and this is just a bad

dream.” I settled into

the pillows and curled

up on my side, my back

facing him. I pulled the

blankets tighter around

me.

“My sister and I used to

be really close. This

used to be her room,

you know.”

I blinked, resisting the

urge to look over at him

to see the expression

on his face. I didn’t turn,

instead saying, “It

doesn’t seem much like

a girl’s room.”

“She used to be boyish

when she was in high

school. She only started

caring about being girly

and shit when she

went to college, but she

had always been pretty.

We’d changed this room

a lot, though.”

I could almost imagine

how he looks like at the

moment.

“I guess it’s been a

while since I thought

about Sam this way.

There was one time

during grade school. You

know Steve

Whatshisface, with the

uni-brow?”

“Um, yeah?” I furrowed

my brows as I tried to

recall Steve, whose last

name was a mystery

but the uni-brow really

made it easier. He was

one of those big, pudgy

kids who liked giving

wedgies to unfortunate

souls.

“He used to follow me

around to bully me up

until third grade. One

day, he was just about

to take my lunch when

Sam showed up. She

wasn’t much bigger

than him but she still

stood between me and

that bastard, arms

crossed. When Steve

tried to punch her, she

grabbed his hand and bit

him. Hard.” He chuckled,

a familiar sound that

somehow sounded so

foreign. “The bullying

ended. Sam pretty

much scared him off.”

“Huh,” I said, unable to

think of anything else.

“She was a good

person. She always has

been.” His voice was

quieter now, somehow

sleepier. “It sucks how

bad things happen to

everyone, even the

good ones.”

“Do you miss her?”