Chapter 48 - His Ugly Truth (1/2)

Meredith sat on her bed hugging her knees to her chest. She had no idea how she was going to face Atlas today. A crushing wave of despair drowned her while she bit down her tears of shame.

Her mind kept playing the scenes when Atlas had been jealous and possessive at the club. The first time he called her Angel, the first time he pressed a kiss on her forehead and how he had treated her when she had her period.

Her chest tightened---it hurts so much and the crazy thing was she didn't even know why. It would feel so much better to have a physical injury than suffer from this inhuman emotional torture where she had no idea why she was feeling like this.

Did you think he was going to take you seriously? You were just had experiment and now he is bored. 'Sweet, trusting Elizabeth you still haven't learnt anything from your past.'

A taunting voice in her head sang.

”Shut up,” she gritted out, her voice echoing in the empty room. She raked a hand through her hair thinking about how fucked she was now. A knock snapped her out of her thoughts.

She furrowed her brows and decided to ignore the person. She was not in the mood to talk to Atlas or anyone right now.

”I'm not leaving until you open the door Angel.” Atlas's deep voice sounded at the other side of the door.

”Leave me alone you jerk! You don't get to decide when you want me to be your Angel and when you want me to be your secretary. I'm sick and tired of your bipolar personality.” Meredith yelled at him; all the emotions she had kept inside spiraled out of control.

”I'm sorry just hear me out…. please.”

Hearing the plea in his voice she decided to listen to him, Years of reading has taught her that miscommunication was the ultimate ruin of relationships. Whatever that was going on between them she didn't want to lose it.

”What do you want now Mr. Martini?” She said bitterly the moment she opened the door.

Atlas was wearing a black T-shirt and ripped jeans. His hair was tousled and he looked so good. She couldn't look away from him.

”Were…. you crying?” he stuttered as he looked into her eyes.

”It's none of your business. You have 2 minutes to say whatever you want to say.”

”Angel..”

”1 min 59 seconds.” Meredith interjected crossing her arms over her chest.

”I'm sorry. I know I have been quite an asshole these past few days…it just---”

He paused and ran his hands through his hair frustration bubbling on his face.

”Well?”

Meredith scoffed.

”I'm going through stuffs and I know it's not an excuse but-”

”Yes it's not.” Meredith interrupted him.

”You ignored me for days, don't pick my calls and treated me like a slut yesterday. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Meredith stared at him in disbelief shaking her head.

Silence fell and he lowered his head.

”I know….I'm sorry.” Atlas's looked up into her eyes and she almost forgave him when she saw his eyes filled with the same sadness as hers.