Trauma (3)

[TW: Mentions of sexually explicit and suicide.]

"And that infuriating son of a bitch dared to ignore me!"

[Bam! Smash!]

A pink vase went flying across a pink sanctuary, right beside a brunette girl holding a cig and a bottle of alcohol in hand.

She tilted her head and glared at the raging boy.

"Are you fucking high? Do you wanna die so badly?"

Lee plopped onto his bed with a thud. He had on a pair of flimsy boxers and a pout as he reached out to his phone.

He cupped his cheeks and spoke with a sad voice, "I can't even get it up these days because I'm so worried."

"Why?" the girl questioned.

Someone like this asshole wasn't one to care. He could pretend to, but it was impossible for him to care.

"I think he's serious this time," he muttered while scrolling through his phone. "It's been like a week and nothing. He went from ignoring my calls to blocking me, and now he's changed his whole line."