Fiorella glared down at the text that she just received from Mitchell. Anger flushed through her, heating up her chest as she wished that she could call this man and give him a peace of her mind. Instead, she let out a yell and threw her phone down onto the bed which made it bounce off onto the floor. She didn't care, it could break for all she cared and she wouldn't even bother telling Mitchell that.
She stomped down the stairs and burst through the kitchen, nearly trampling over Nettie in her rampage. Nettie quickly avoided the tall blonde and went to join Mary at the table as they watched their friend pace around the kitchen. Fiorella took out a beer from the fridge, opened it, and nearly down half the bottle before staring out into the distance. Mary and Nettie glanced to each other as they both wondered what to say to her.
"Why did I bother getting with this man in the first place?" Fiorella suddenly turned around and sat down in her chair. "He's been doing nothing but breaking damn promises left and right"
"Who Mitchell?" Mary asked cautiously but the glare from Fiorella gave her the answer, "He's not bad at all. You guys are just going through a rough patch, is all"
"He's got to have a good reason behind this" Nettie chimed in. "He doesn't like breaking promises as much as you do"
"It used to be phone calls telling me he can't make it" Fiorella mumbled. "Now it's just in text messages. What next? I'm just going to be sitting at our table and eat by myself?"
"He wouldn't do that" Nettie tried to comfort.
But even Mary seemed skeptical on the idea of Nettie's comforting. The friend was starting to wonder if there was another woman that he seemed to be hiding. At one point, he told the girls to be careful of Graham, supposedly one of his guy friends from way back in the day. Whether it is cheating or doing some kind of hardcore drug, Mary didn't like it at all.
Nettie can barely recall a time where Fiorella and Mitchell would be at the house with all smiles like the first couple of months. He seemed to be over to many times that she was even wondering if he was planning on paying rent too. Now it seems that whenever she would come home all she could hear was arguing from Fiorella's room. Her heart sanked to the ground each time she had to hear the two of them arguing because she knew that they both cared very deeply for one another.
Fiorella sighed as she racked her hand through her blonde hair. She's had enough of this but there was something inside of her that keep pulling Mitchell back. Fiorella didn't know the details of what happened to him that night but he came to her house one day and just burst out crying. It was the night that she was preparing to say goodbye to him but his face just made her crumple down and comfort him until he calmed down.
Fiorella wiped a tear from her cheek, "I don't know what he is keeping from me. It's like all he wants me to be to him is just emotional support. I just never know what is making him so crazy now and I wish I could help"
"Have you told him this?" Nettie asked.
Fiorella nodded, "I've tried to make him talk about it. He just tells me that it's too complicated to explain. I just don't know if I can handle any of this shit one more day"
"Then do what you must" Nettie took Fiorella's hand and gripped it. "We'll back you up 100%"
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