A/N: Thanks to my betas Clarisa and keepingupwiththekids
Disclaimer: I don't own them
ChApTeR TwO
Song for this chapter: Apocalyptica~ I Don't Care
EPOV
Yeah, I didn't care anymore. So what of it? I was sick to death of being landlocked in this horrid place. I craved the ocean, the beach, the sand, warm weather and beautiful women. I needed a change of scenery. Things were getting too complicated with Tanya. I'd been with her for too long and she expected too much from me. God, I sound conceited. Edward Cullen, conceited? HA!
We met at Carleton in Minnesota during the fall of our senior year. She didn't want to move when we graduated so I stayed. I didn't know what I was thinking. This state was not for me. The college was great and I got my degree in Cinema and Media studies with a minor in music composition and I wanted out. I was currently composing radio and television jingles and I could do that anywhere in the world. What the hell was I still doing in Minnesota?
Oh right, I loved my girlfriend. Whatever with that. We had been together for three years now and she grated on my every nerve. As it was I holed myself away in my office for hours upon end to avoid her constant nagging personality. I had taken to sleeping on the comfortable leather couch that was usually littered with sheet music. Tanya hated that piece of furniture and banished it to my office after we moved in together. I think that's why I liked it so much.
The sound of her voice was starting to sound like fingernails screeching down a chalkboard. I shivered in disgust just thinking about it. I longed for a life elsewhere, away from the cold weather and possessive, bimbotic girlfriend. Is bimbotic even a word? Who cares? It sounds stupendous. Adjectives are so win.
I knew she thought we had a perfect relationship. I heard her talking to her friends before they went out every weekend. She gushed about how busy I was and how much money I was making for her to buy all the nice things she wanted. She gave two of her loner friends relationship advice about finding a man that would take care of them. She coached them, without being asked, on snagging a catch like she did.
I snorted out loud every time she would start on one of her rants with her friends. If she only knew my intentions to be out of this shit hole by the end of summer, she wouldn't be prancing around spouting off about how perfect things were with us. She was such an idiot. How could I not see this three years ago?
You were looking for a nice piece of ass Eddo, remember?Fuck off voice. No one asked you. I sneered internally and furrowed my brows, turning back to my keyboard to drown my thoughts in staccato beats.
"Eddie," her nasally voice called from the kitchen. I ignored her, trying to get lost in the beat I was pounding out. "Darling," she called again coming closer to my office door, "you aren't asleep on the job in there are you?" I bit back a chuckle at her stupidity.
"I'm not fucking sleeping, Tanya. I'm doing this thing called working. You should try it sometime," I snapped back as she entered my office.
She gasped and her eyes narrowed maliciously. "I work everyday, thank you very much."
"Yeah, at the coffee house. What are you going to do with that journalism degree you got?"
"Fuck off, Eddie," she cried out.
I cringed at the nickname she loved so dearly. I hated that name so much. I knew I was being harsh with her, but I was honestly over it. I didn't care anymore.
"I'm done, Tanya. I'm done and I'm leaving. I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to do this anymore." Am I trying to reassure myself? It sure sounds like it! I put my pencil down and looked up at her for the first time since she entered my office. Her bottom lip trembled slightly, but I was not going to let her stop me. She already demanded too much of me on a daily basis by just being here. "I'm sorry if that comes as a shock to you, but you knew I didn't want to stay here when we graduated. I've been here because I thought that I was in love with you. I think I was at a time, but I'm not anymore. I have to get out of here. I will not let this place or you drag me down."
My resolve was strong and built of steel as I watched her walk out of my office. I was done. I didn't care anymore. I just couldn't. She just needed to deal with it. She'd been breaking me bit by bit for some time now. The end of my rope had been reached and I wasn't grasping anymore. The free fall had begun. I would let it spiral until it took me to where I wanted to be, however long that took. I was done.
