Derek groans, annoyed by the lights of the bathroom interrupting his chance to go back to sleeping. "Are you being serious?"
"You started this childish game." I snap, taking my high heels off, brushing my hair to a side.
He sighs, he's tired, maybe as much as I am. "End it, then." He says, taking the covers off of him, sitting on the bed, looking up to me.
"Derek I just asked you to open the damn door, not to forgive me or anything else." I say.
"So you're gonna keep on playing this childish game?" He quotes me, obviously.
I shake my head and I take my blouse off. "I am not ending it." I respond to him. "I can't believe you're pissed at me because of something I didn't do. I didn't even know he knew we were here."
"Then how did he find out?" Derek asks, mad. I shake my head.
"Why should I know? I don't talk to him." I say, being totally honest, posing my two hands on my hips. I'm wearing my skirt and bra, but the outfit is not a matter, he has seen me naked thousand of times.
He rolls his eyes dramatically. I hate when he does that. It's so arrogant. "You seemed pretty okay when he talked to you inside of your office. Yeah, I saw that."
"What? He was just bothering me." I say. Mark went in there to bother me, talk about being a couple, how much he 'missed me'.
Derek exhales profoundly. "Why is he here, Addison?"
"He came back for me." I say. I drop it. I let it be.
"Oh, so he's not going to surrender on having you. Isn't he?" He says, in an annoyed tone.
I enter into a dramatical and stressed kind of phase; "Do you care? You barely bother to notice I'm breathing! If I leave it would be the best for you, i don't get why you're so pissed."
"I don't get why are you so pissed either, your boyfriend came back for you!" Derek says, standing up from the bed, walking towards me.
"Are you being serious? He's not my boyfriend, he was a mistake and I'm not committing it again, at least I am trying on not screwing things up again." I snap. I'm here for him, he's the reason I somehow find myself in a trashy trailer. A nightmare.
He shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't understand you."
"You and Meredith? Every single day. Cute looks. Giggles. Smiles. You don't even ask me how I'm doing, you sometimes do, rarely." There was good and bad days for us. I was telling him a reality that I saw every day happening. It was hurting me but I didn't have the right to talk about it, come on, I'm Satan.
"I'm trying too." He says, sincerely. I know that tone on his voice, it's spontaneous and truthful.
I tilt my head a little. "Really? How?"
"Today I told Meredith I'm working out things with you, right before Mark appeared..." he says, not lying. I'm glad, content, happy of hearing this. At the same time I'm hating Mark in so many levels.
But then i meet his half angry, half sad eyes and I know it. My expression changes into a hurt one too.
"You slept with her. Revenge, am I right?" I ask, wiping a tear from my eye.
Does it make me a hypocrite bitch because I feel hurt and betrayed? I don't think so... well, maybe I am and my unconscious self doesn't want to admit it.
"I'm sorry." He says. "It was once, before you came back." Those glassy eyes asking, even begging for my mercy. I can't be mad, even if I am, I can't. That would make me the biggest hypocrite this world could ask for.
"I know... I just, I know." there's a blank space inside of my mind and there's no words to describe how I feel my heart sinking into lava.
"I was mad at you and Mark. It was revenge, it was only revenge. I swear." Derek says. Should I... believe him? I'm confused as to why this theme popped up, it was old.
"What makes you think I should believe you? I'm sorry if this makes me a hypocrite, but I'm hurt. Okay?" I admit it. I have enough courage to do that. Really Addie? Really?
Maybe that's the word that describes me the most in this situation... ~hypocrite~ He stares at me and my hurt expression. I look away, sitting on the edge of the bed, refusing to even giving him a look. I start taking my skirt off, not bothering if he's looking at me. I know he moves away, all the view I allow is his feet, that are near to me, in the cold floor of that tiny trailer. He walks away, the weight of the bed shifts, that's when I feel a hand falling on my shoulder. It's warm. He's next to me.
"I'm sorry." He says. "Addie..."
"You know what?" I move my shoulder away from his hand, brutally. "Now I understand what it feels like. Now I get why you keep on denying forgiving me. I'm an adulterous whore. I have ruined everything. I ruined your life and you are hurt, I get it." I'm the childish now.
"Addison... listen to me, please." He begs.
"Save It." I look down to my knees and I try to hold the tears inside of my eyes. "We are even. As you said, we are even." I stand up from the bed and I walk inside of the bathroom, where my robe is.
I have the feeling my words didn't change anything, but it did make me feel changed inside, like I was letting some weight get off of my shoulders, finally saying what I thought and felt. It wasn't that terrible. It wasn't that bad as Bizzy always told me to act polite and never gave me the chance to show my tears to anyone.
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