Tears ran down her face as she sat there dwelling about the past, looking at an old picture of them together. When they broke up, she had taken the picture frame with the photo of them in front of an old oak and hid it away in a box in the attic. She didn't have the heart to throw it out or even use the frame for something else. Now she sat with it in her hands, wishing she could go back and undo the past.
"Seth," she cried lowly.
She emptied the bottle of Bacardi Breezer with mango flavour. Not that the flavour mattered in the long run. It had seemed important when she had bought the bottles earlier but now it was tasteless. Nothing would ever taste as sweet as Seth's kisses had done.
"Seth," she spoke louder.
She grabbed her phone and dialed his number before she could regret the decision. He had to know how she felt. They still belonged together.
"Hello?" He asked.
By the tone alone it was clear he had no idea who was calling. He had already deleted her number from his phone. She couldn't say she was surprised.
"Seth," she said.
"Marlene? Why are you calling me?" He asked.
"I miss you," she answered.
He let out a high and cruel laugh that felt like it carved right through her heart.
"Oh, you miss me, do you? That's fucking rich!" He laughed.
"Seth, please," she tried.
"Don't you fucking dare!" He sneered. "I waited for weeks to hear you say those words. You don't miss me. You just want someone to pity you."
"No, it's not that. I really miss you," she said.
"You left me!" He shouted. "You drove me to the hospital and you fucking left me with my knee blown out to take care of myself and now that you're home with a torn bicep, suddenly you need me. Fuck you, Marlene!"
She reached blindly for another bottle but ended up knocking all the empty ones over.
"Are you fucking drinking?" He asked.
"Yeah," she answered stupidly.
"You can't fucking drink when you're on strong painkillers!" He let out a giant sigh. "Go to bed, Marlene."
"I don't want to," she said.
"I'm giving you two choices here. Either you go to bed and leave the alcohol alone or I'm calling Hunter myself to let him know what you're doing and you can start looking for another kind of rehab," he said.
"Please, don't!" She begged. "I love you, Seth. We can work this out. I won't drink. Just come back to me and we'll figure it out."
Another high and cruel laugh came through the phone.
"You love me? Well, tough shit," he said. "Now leave me the fuck alone and go to bed."
"I know you still love me," she said.
"I don't. Tell yourself whatever you need to get through the night but I stopped caring about you a long time ago. So let me put this as nicely as I can. From the bottom of my heart, Marlene, fuck you," he said.
"Seth," she said nervously. "Seth!"
Nothing came in return and she looked at her phone to see the connection had been cut. He had hung up on her. She tried calling again but it went straight to voice mail. She hung up without leaving a message.
"Fuck you, Seth! I don't need you!" She sneered out in the air. "I don't need anybody. You'll see. You'll all see. I'll come back from this injury and I'll be better than you all. Just like I've always been. I'm better than you all. I'm fucking better! I don't need any friends. I only need me. Fuck you, Seth! And fuck you, Vince, for never giving me the women's title. I'm fucking better than anyone else!"
