If you guys felt any sort of forgiveness towards Blake in the previous chapters, you're gunna hate him in this one.

Alison's POV.

One week.

It had been exactly one week since Blake had sent me the voicemail.

The voicemail that had remained stubbornly untouched but never forgotten.

And now, now finally after being constantly pushed away with 'I'll do it later's, was finally going to be opened.

My thumb is trembling as I press against his name, the screen enlarging as the next slide is opened.

There is silence for a while, other than the occasional sounds of rustling.

And then when I believe that the whole thing is a joke, my thumb pressed against the home button does a strangled cry emit from the coloured screen.

My eyes enlarge in alarm, genuine concern for the man who is sobbing uncontrollably into the speaker beginning to flicker within me.

It continues for a minute or two, the voicemail is just a string of cries and broken hiccups.

"A-Alison?"he whimpers.

It feels as though the entire world has stopped. Everything has paused.

Because he is speaking. He is speaking to me.

"Babe?"

A sudden giddiness erupts across my chest at the mention of name many used to call their loved ones.

"I k-know you you don't want to see my right now. Hell, if I were y-you I wouldn't either. I get it though.
I get why you act as though I'm nothing. I deserve it...I really do."

Silence.

My breathing is baited, mind unsure and heart thumping wildly.

Guilt eats at my stomach as he suddenly break out into another batch of uncontrollable cries.

"I j-just want to say that...that if that guy you seem to like..Lucy or something like that. If he messes up I'm here. I'm here for you. We d-don't have to be in a relationship or something but friends? Please?"

I can feel him.

I can feel him breaking. Slowly.

His walls are falling. Coming down in shattered blocks of weathered bricks.

And I want to reach out. Reach out and tell him that it was okay. That I would be there for him. That I loved him.

But I couldn't. Wouldn't.

Because that would be foolish. Foolish to surrender my heart to a man who was destined to break it again. Foolish to drop everything just for one person.

Love was foolish.

It made you careless. Unaware of everything around you.

You believed every lie. Every fib. Every excuse that your loved one would say to cover up their mistakes.

It was okay to love.

But never. Never must you love too much.

"Godamnit Lisa. I can't do this anymore. Fuck! I need you. I need you so bad...please come back to me. Please."

No.

Nights I spent uttering the same words he had.

Begging. Pleading. Praying for him to love me back. Wrap his hands around me and wash me with kisses.

But never once did he do so.

He only knew how to destroy. How to rip you open.
How to peel away any remnants of humanity from you.

He didn't know how to love.

- Flashback -

I bite my bottom lip, tucking a hesitant foot behind my ankle. I close my eyes, breathing out deeply before brushing my fingers against the smooth wood of the door with a soft a rap.

"Come in."

His deep voice sends shivers down my spine and I bite down a love struck smile, pushing the door open gently.

I take note of the stacks of papers towering upon the large, mahogany table, pens scattered messily across the surface. Files are stacked hurriedly in folders that are thrown hastily to the side of them room, where they lay tiredly.

The entire room looks like a complete mess.

"What do you want?" he says coldly, eyes briefly scanning me before shifting to the paperwork before him.

I can feel the nerves set in, my stomach squirming uncomfortably as the silence presses against me, trapping me in.

"I...I."I stutter, playing with the hem of my shirt as I keep my eyes determinedly on the floor, "I was wondering if..."

A tired sigh falls from his lips and he looks up at me, eyes narrowed,"If? If what? Get on with it!"

My palms are clammy now, and I wipe them hurriedly against my jeans.

"If you wanted to go o-out somewhere, tonight? T-Together?"I say meekly, cheeks tinted with a soft hue of pink.

There is silence. It prickles at my skin and I shift uncomfortably, feeling his eyes boring into me.

"You think," he starts, looking up at with me hooded eyes, his lips curling at the tips, "You think someone like me would want to go out with someone like you?"

Humiliation burns at my core, and I flinch back at his words. I stay silent, hanging my head.

"Answer me!"he snaps, his words like a whip slapping through the icy wind.

"I-I don't know..."

His lips curve into a cruel smirk, "Trust me when I say this, but I will never willingly be with you. I hate every aspect of you. I'm only dealing with you're overweighted baggage because I get an advantage to being married with you. Money bitch. So forget anything about having a dream family because I would rather fuck a cow than even touch you."

I clench my fists, feeling hot tears roll down my cheeks as rejection slams against my chest. A choked sob falls from my lips and I press my balled fists to my eyes, wiping the tears away.

Blake watches me with hooded eyes, a satisfied smirk hanging on his lips.

"Leave. I don't want to see your face anymore."he snarls.

And I do.

I flee from the room, shoving open the door, tears streaming down my face as I try and forget the burning sensation across my chest.

- Flashback ended -

And even now, as fresh tears roll down my cheeks, does the fire against my chest continue to burn.

This man could not love.

I didn't care what excuse he would offer this time because enough was enough.

I had been foolish enough to lie, even to myself, that he had been the best man that I could've asked for.

And where had that gotten me?

Just a sea of tears.

But then again, I think, as I fling my phone to the other side of the bed, wiping away the onslaught of tears from my eyes.

It wasn't entirely all his fault.

It had been mine too.

I could've left.

I could've saved myself from years of heartbreak. Of pain. Of sorrow.

But I didn't.

And now, I wish had.

I wished that I had demanded a divorce the moment he mistreated me. I wished that I had ran to my father and told him how horrible Blake had been in the first few months of our marriage.

But most of all I wish that I had been stronger.

I wasn't though.

I had only been completely and utterly foolish.

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