Tempted S1 E15 (Part 1)

(Joe)

I downed the last Corona from my second sixpack as the apartment door flew open, my drunken head immediatly focusing on the figure in front of it. I was praying it would be her, but I was soon disappointed. "Hey, bud. How ya feeling?" Victoria dropped her body next to me on the couch, propping her chin between the palms of her hands.
"Stupid. Rejected. Ashamed." I replied, throwing the last bottle on the hardwood floor. I stared at it as it crashed to the ground, the glass breaking into a million pieces. Victoria bent down to pick it up but I pulled her back onto the couch by her boney elbow, "leave it," I said.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out Joe." She gave me a comforting half smile but it didn't help any.
"It's not your fault, Vic. I just feel like such an idiot!" I replied, my voice raising.
"You're not an idiot, Joe." She put her hand on my cheek, lifting my face up to look at her, "Hey, look at me bud. You are not an idiot, you hear me? She's the idiot for not wanting to be with you! She can go to hell, Joe."
"Don't talk about her like that." I mumbled.
"Sorry. Well, I just came to check on you. I have a date." She winked at me before getting up and kissing my cheek, "Stop drinking, you smell like my father." I let out a small chuckle, her father was a raging alcoholic. He was never violent or anything and he's still pretty much best friends with Victoria, he just is a little to hard on the ale.

(Demi)

As I ran back towards the apartment I saw Victoria leaving, she closed the door and turned around, noticing me right behind her. "Demi." She said.
"Vicky..."
"I cannot believe you! You little bitch, you're breaking his heart you know? You should just leave." Ouch, that hurt.
"Victoria!" I yelled, "This is none of your business."
"If it involves Joe than it is."
"Since when do you care about Joe more than a fuckbuddy, Victoria?" She looked very surprised at my tone, I was never fond of confrontation let alone cursing at somebody.
"Demi, don't you dare go in there!" Victoria yelled at me as I was about to open the door.
"None. Of. Your. Business." I replied, my voice cold as ice. I opened the door and slammed it behind me, leaning against it as the contrast between the inside heater and the outside frost burned my pale skin. I looked forward and noticed Joe's knees planted into the ground, his right hand picking up shards of glass as he left hand tried to keep him stable. He was drunk, surprise surprise. He didn't even notice me there.
"Fuck." I heard him mumble. He had cut himself on the glass from the beer bottle and the blood was seeping out of the palm of his hand and onto the floor. I rushed over to him and bent down beside him, helping him up with one hand as the other held his hand gently, careful not to drip anymore blood. I brought him over to the sink and rinced his hand under the tap.


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