Patricia's POV
He frowned in disappointment like he wasn't the source of my pain. Such a bastard.
"You're the last person that should be asking me such a dumb question. Get the hell out of my way." I tried to push him away but he didn't budge. It was annoying.
"At least stop drinking and go back home. Just sleep through it. Please." His eyes seemed a bit gloomy, but I knew it didn't mean he cared for me. How could he care for me?
Looking at him now, I realized how much I hated him, how much the hurt ran deep and how much I really didn't want to see his face ever again.
"You're a fucking asshole. You shouldn't be giving me advice. The relationship is over. I'm no longer your girlfriend, so quit ordering me around. You're so terrible and I hate you. I mean it, I fucking hate you."
"You've refused to give me a chance to explain."