K. Linde - Take Me for Granted

Kristin jumped at his harsh tone and darted into the bathroom.

I just stood there, unable to move forward or to run away. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I just watched as Grant screamed at Kristin. She knew that we were together. Even if she had been in the room when we argued earlier, we hadn’t broken up.

Grant’s attention returned to me. He quickly walked across the room and tried to reach for me.

“Don’t,” I said menacingly.

“Ari,” he pleaded.

The tears hit me without notice. Full-on hysterical tears that made my chest shake and my whole body tremble. This couldn’t be happening to me. I’d given up so much for him. I’d concentrated less on school. I’d gone to all of this shows. I’d spent weekends with him instead of doing homework. I’d fucking given him my body, mind, and soul.

He had told me about his family, and then he’d crushed me under the weight of his callous, abrasive nature. He’d let himself get drawn into things that fed his addictive personality. And after he’d had sex with me, he’d just pushed me aside without batting his eyes. I felt like a total idiot. I threw my hands over my face, sank to a crouch, and just let the tears fall.

“Ari, come on. Please let me try to explain.”

I just shook my head. I couldn’t do this. That was all I could get out, “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” he asked carefully.

I stood stiffly and wiped the tears away with the backs of my hands. They still flowed easily, but I couldn’t stop them. My voice wavered as I said, “This. I can’t do this, Grant.”

“Us?”

“I don’t know.” And I didn’t. I wanted him desperately, but I hurt everywhere.

He’d ripped out the very part of my body that he completed.

Kristin took that moment to scurry out of the room. Luckily, she was fully dressed. She looked sullen that she was getting kicked out, but maybe a bit too cheerful when she caught a glimpse of my face. She strode over to the door where Grant and I were standing and gave me a smug look.

I couldn’t help it. I just lashed out. My hand connected with her face with a satisfying crack that whipped her head back. She gasped, and her hand flew to her face. A big red handprint was already forming on her cheek.

“You bitch!” she shrieked.

“Fuck you!” I spat. “You’re a dirty fucking whore. You’ll never be better than a groupie slut who gets passed around like the disgusting piece of shit you are. No one will ever take you seriously! You’re a fucking disgrace.”

Kristin lunged for me, but Grant was there first. He knocked her back into the door.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” he growled. “Get the fuck out of here!”

“You just think you’re fucking better than everyone else, Aribel. But you’re no better than I am. You think he won’t drop you for someone else just as fast?”

“Get out!” Grant roared, shoving her out the door and slamming it in her face.

And just like that, my walls broke down. I couldn’t do this. It was the only thing ringing through. I was still crying, but my strength was returning. “I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you sang that song for me and then went off with another girl. I wasn’t even worried about this shit! You couldn’t have…I don’t know…shopped around for someone who wasn’t in my circle of friends? Someone I hadn’t come on this trip with? Someone who I didn’t have classes with? Someone I wouldn’t have to see all the time after you fucking ripped out my heart and tossed it aside like it was nothing?”

“Ari, please listen to me. I did absolutely nothing with her!” Grant said. “She slipped on the ice, and then I thought she accidentally lost her key. I was just letting her clean her hand before coming back downstairs. She came out of the bathroom naked and, like, attacked me.”

“I don’t want to hear your story!” I cried. “I’m sure you have a million explanations for why you had a naked girl in your room.”

“No. There is only one explanation.”

“I don’t care. I just…I can’t believe I thought you would change.”

“Ari, come on. I’m not the same person I was when we first met. The only person I want to be with is you.”

“I just…find that hard to believe, considering you had a naked woman in your room.”

“Just because I had a naked woman in my room doesn’t mean I’m cheating on you!”

“The fact that you have a naked woman in your room at all should be a red flag! Don’t you see how serious all this is?”

“I can’t fucking help what other people do.”

“You had your hands on her!”

“I was shoving her out of the room!”

I shook my head. We could argue this in circles all night.

“Ari, just listen to me.”

“I was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I got played so perfectly.”

Grant ran his hands back through his hair and shook his head. “I’m not playing you. Ari, you’re the one that I want. Can’t you see that?”

“No!” I said, losing it completely. “All I see is a very confused person who has a lot of emotional baggage but no idea how to treat people he cares about. You went with Drift earlier without a thought for your friends. You humiliated me in front of a group of people. You just let me walk away, and you never came looking for me again. Then, I find you kissing someone else! That does not sound like someone who wants to be with me! That sounds like someone who is congratulating himself on taking my virginity and moving on!”

Grant openly glared at me. “Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that? You think I would treat you like that?”

“I think you would say anything to get a girl into bed,” I said in my frustration. I wanted him to feel what was coursing through me in that moment. “You freaked the fuck out when you just thought that I’d been talking to my ex-boyfriend. You told Donovan that you’d fucking destroy him if he came near me. But where were you? Off with some other girl? There’s an insane double standard to everything happening right now, and you don’t even see it!”

“What do you want me to do? I’m trying. I’ve turned my world upside down for you!”

“What have you turned upside down?” I nearly screamed at him. “You’re still playing your guitar, boozing, smoking, hanging around groupies. The only thing that’s different is that you’re supposedly not sleeping around with everything that walks by.”

“You have no idea what’s changed in me…”

“That’s the point! I don’t know because you won’t tell me. You confided in me about your parents. You gave me these dog tags. But for what? So, you could take my virginity and then fuck someone else? Well, congratulations! That’s the only thing you’re getting out of this whole trip. You have absolutely nothing to offer me. You’re not educated, motivated, or ambitious,” I said, ticking off all the characteristics I’d thrown to the wind when I became enamored with Grant. “How could I ever want someone like that?”

Grant lost all semblance of control after that. I was feeding into his belief that he wasn’t good enough for me. I knew his inadequacies, and I was pushing his buttons in my anger.

“What? You think you’re perfect? You talk about your family like you’re picture-fucking-perfect, but they’re controlling. You live in a motherfucking bubble. You’ve never experienced anything because you’re too fucking scared of your shadow. You might be educated, motivated, and ambitious, Princess, but you have no common sense when it comes to the real world. Not to mention, you never fucking shut up, and you think you’re smarter than everyone else in the room.”

“I am smarter than everyone else in the room!” I screamed back in his face. I couldn’t control my temper at this point.

I’d given everything to Grant, and now, we were just digging our heels in. We were being mean on purpose. Every single thing he’d said felt like a knife wound to my chest.

“I can’t do this, Grant.”

He ground his teeth and took a deep breath. “Ari…I’m sorry.”

“No…” I said, backing up toward the closed door.

“We shouldn’t have said those things.”

“But you meant them. I meant them. That’s all that matters.”

“Ari, please,” he pleaded.

Too little, too late.

“I just need some space, some time to think,” I whispered, the tears hitting my eyes again.

“Don’t do this.”

I shook my head. “Just give me some time,” I said before grabbing the door handle and rushing out of Grant’s suite.

Holy fucking shit!

What the fuck had just happened? What had I just said to her? The entire argument was a blur. It had been ugly, really fucking ugly. The tears in her eyes still stung, and all I wanted to do was run out of this godforsaken room and make things right. But I knew that wouldn’t help. Something deep down inside me told me that no matter what I said or did to try to fix this, it wouldn’t work.

I’d broken her—just like I’d feared that I would. And in doing that…she’d broken me.

I’d never felt this kind of hurt before. Pain, yes, pain I was used to. Pain and guilt and agonizing repressed memories and torture. But this…goddamn, this was like someone had taken a razor blade to my chest and started slicing through everything important.

How could I have been stupid enough to let Kristin into my place? I hadn’t been sober enough, or maybe I hadn’t cared enough to put the pieces together. I’d seen her on more than one occasion, and I’d just never given two shits who she was because she wasn’t Ari. Now, that was kicking me in the ass. She was the fucking chick who had told me that Ari was seeing her ex. She had been in The Drift’s backstage room. She had probably fucking slipped on the ice on purpose, just to get me to walk with her.