Drella Next

I rolled over in bed and yawned widely. I ran my hands over the mattress next to me in the hope of finding Vic's warm body, and tan arms to wrap around me. But I found nothing there. It was cold and empty. I sat up and brushed my hair back. "Vic!" I called. But I received no answer. I frowned and got up out of bed.
I walked out into the hallway. I scanned it and then found him. He was standing by the door with a backpack and big workout bag. I blinked, still half asleep. Then I walked over. I looked up and him and went to reach out but he backed away against the door.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"What do you think?" he snapped.
"Might be nice if you told me why you're acting like this." I tilted my head to the side and looked up at him.
"You should look at this." Vic muttered. He handed me his phone and looked down. He was on Twitter. I saw a photo of myself. It was from that time I went out with Kim. I was dancing close to that guy. Then there was another of me holding his hand. Then another of is headed into a bathroom cubicle. I sighed and bit down hard onto my lip.
"Vic." I muttered.
"Why did you do it, Drella? In a fucking bathroom cubicle of all places." Vic shot at me. I thought he was angry but now I look closer he isn't. He's hurt. He's devastated.
"I didn't do it." I said urgently.
"So you just let him put his hands all over you? You just let him touch the parts that only I should? You just did what in the bathroom? Compared toilet tissue?"
"No!" I stopped him. "I wanted to do it. I really wanted to. I wanted to forget about you because you didn't want me. You never phoned me. But I couldn't do it. You were in my head the entire time. I couldn't hurt you like that." I rushed.
"Don't you dare blame me for this." Vic shook his head violently. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I'm hurt, Drella. You hurt me. Your good intentions didn't work anyway. You might as well have fucked him."
"But I didn't." I reminded him. "I don't want to see that pain in your eyes."
"Too late, it's there." Vic replied.
"You do believe me, don't you?" I asked anxiously.
"Sorry, Drella." he shook his head. "You know I struggle. You know I don't think I deserve you in the first place. But you don't have to go and prove me right. You say I won't stop hurting you... fucking hell, you need to take a look in the mirror."
"You don't understand, Vic." I said desperately.
"Understand what?"
"That I love you. That I would do anything for you."
"You're wrong, darling," he chuckled humourlessly. "I asked you not to strip and you didn't listen. I asked you to stay with me and you didn't listen. You wouldn't do anything for me. You do things that suit you but may benefit me too."
"Don't you pretend you don't love me, Victor." I said fiercely.
"I do love you." he replied.
"So why isn't it enough? Why isn't it enough to believe me over some bullshit pictures that prove nothing?" I asked.
"I don't know." he shrugged.
I went forwards and forced my lips onto his. I expected something. I expect him to kiss me back. I expected him to run his hands through my hair and down my body. I expected a moan to escape his plump lips. But what I didn't expect was what actually happened. I didn't expect him to push me away.
Vic looked at me at arms length and shook his head. I looked down at the floor and my lip almost trembled. Why would he push me away? This isn't like Vic.
"You're the last person I expected this from, Drella Young. The very last." Vic said weakly.
Then he let me go and he turned. He picked up his bags and walked out of the apartment. He was walking down the stairs. Grabbed a long coat and ran after him. I followed Vic outside and he went to his car. I ran in front of him and stood with my hand in the door handle.
"I'm not moving." I told him.
"Let me open my car." he said flatly.
"You talk about how you lost me all those years ago. How when you found me you almost lost me again. But did you ever think that it goes two ways? I lost you too. Maybe I was the one who walked away but I lost you, Victor. If you think I'm going to let that happen again then you're insane." I told him.
"Move Drella." he told me flatly.
"I don't want to." I said thickly.
"You broke up with me and left me crying outside a sleazy club with disgusting men laughing at how they were coming to watch you. They had no respect for you. I had to watch them. I was left doubting everything I've ever done since I lost you. Scrutinising every damn move I made since you came back into my life," Vic rushed. "I'm not doing that. You deserve some dignity and respect. What I want to know is why didn't I?" he demanded.
"You do, I'm so sorry," I told him. "I love you."
"Go back inside. You'll make yourself sick." he said before he moved me. I let him and watched as he put his things inside. He started the car and slammed the door. Then he reversed onto the road. In a few seconds he had rounded her corner and was gone.

Notes

Hey! Another update, wow aren't I getting good! What did you think? Will they get back together? Will Vic believe her? Will he forgive her? What do you want to see happen? :)