《althea;》idk
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i guess we are broken up now, i'm not really sure.
but i know that our breakup or whatever it is didnt just affect me.
it affected my mom, because i know how much she loves austin, and probably always will.
it affected even my dad because i even saw my dad treat austin like his own son.
and seeing that video my mom sent me definitely didn't help, because it just confuses me on how only a few days ago we were young and in love.
and now, now we're two completely different people.
i woke up this morning with messy hair and drool all over my face, but i slept surprisingly good probably just because i was so exhausted from crying.
it's around eight and currently me and austin would be just waking up, he'd probably have his head resting on my chest while my hands were subconsciously playing with his hair.
he'd look up at me with a grin and catch my lips in a kiss, then say something like 'good morning baby' or 'how did you sleep?'
i frown because now i'm sad.
i'm sad but at the same time if i had to describe what i'm feeling like right now, i'd say i feel like 'idk'.
not even 'i don't know' just 'idk'.
now i'm not going to act that miserable and miss work just because my ex also works there.
but thankfully i don't work today, it's just austin.
that also means hopefully i can sneak in the house and grab the rest of my things.
now unfortunately i do have to work tomorrow, me and austin are supposed to film a sadder scene where ironically enough, pricilla leaves elvis.
i slide out of the bed, and i make my way to the dresser to find a decent outfit.
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i pull out jeans and a plain navy blue oversized hoodie that i just style with a few bracelets, rings, and navy blue converse.
i brush my hair into a ponytail cause i don't feel like styling it today and i slide some sunglasses on.
looking at myself in the mirror, i look normal, happy even, but in reality I'm not.
grabbing the car keys that sit on my dresser and my bag, i walk out of my room and towards the front door.
i hop into the car and i drive to the house that i know all too well.
when i arrive i unlock the front door with the spare house key and like i assumed, austin isn't here.
i climb up the stairs and i walk towards my bedroom, when i enter nothing has changed except my once freshly made bed is messy, like it's been slept in, and there is a half empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand.
sighing, i walk towards the closet, grabbing my second suitcase.
i begin to pack my clothes up, and now i'm taking more time, i'm actually folding my clothes nicely.
once i pack the rest of my clothes i put the rest of my toiletries in the suitcase, then i get a separate bag to put my shoes in.
once i have everything packed and ready, i exit the room, and i make my way down the staircase.
the feeling that floods me is almost nostalgic, and i want to cry.
i guess that triggers something in me because i don't seem to notice the tears that start falling down my face.
i grab my keys and everything else, before walking out of the house that i used to call home.
i guess i have a new home now, i don't know.
once i'm in the car and buckled i give myself a few moments to calm myself, and i finally make the decision to look at my other messages.
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there's a few from my dad and char saying things like how they're going to kill him, or i'll be okay.
but then i come across his.
i never made the decision to block him because i'm simply not that immature but also because we are co-workers and to be quite frank, i don't think i'm allowed too.
i press on it and i begin to read the messages.
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5:03 p.m.
2:53 a.m.
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my heart hurts after reading the messages and endless tears form.
shakily, i press the call button and i hold the phone up to my ear.
as the phone rings i think about my current decision but i don't regret it.
he wants to talk and i'll let him.
but the phone keeps ringing, and ringing, and ringing.
it rings all the way until his voicemail goes off.
'hey it's austin butler here, leave a message at the beep.'
i sob at hearing his voice, but also because he didn't answer.
wiping the tears from my eyes, i place my phone down into the cup holder, and begin to drive to my new home.
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celebdrama has posted a photo!
althea girard has been seen exiting the home that her and austin used to share,
but what has caught our eyes is the tears on her face and suitcases that she brought out with her.
is this her official confirmation that her and austin have broken up?
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it's been a long, tiring, day of filming and only one thing is running through my head.
or person.
i'm wondering what althea is doing, where is she? is she safe?
i sit back in the small couch i have in my trailer, a cup of straight whiskey in my hand.
i've never been an alcoholic, but right now alcohol is the only thing that seems to be able to stop the tears.
sitting on the couch reminds me of that day, the day where i was here crying and she was comforting me.
i remember when she was so focused on doing my eyeliner that her tongue poked out from in between her lips, she seems to do that when she's highly focused.
the way her hands rested on my face, and mine rested on her thighs.
that's when i really realized how i was falling for this girl.
i pick up my phone and i scroll through all of the missed messages from earlier today, it's been on do not disturb since she left the house yesterday.
i scroll until her contact name pops up, and my heart instantly starts racing.
it says she called me over two hours ago and i groan, she probably thinks i didn't answer on purpose.
i immediately call her back and the phone rings one time before she answers.
it's silent, all i can hear are shallow breaths on the other end.
"thea-" i say but she cuts me off.
"no austin, i gave you the chance to talk earlier and you denied it. i'm done." she says and i'm surprised at how calm she sounds, it's almost scary.
"thea baby please just let me explai-" i say and she cuts me off once more.
"no, if anything we'll talk tomorrow." and then the call beeps and she hangs up.
i sigh, placing my phone on the table in front of me before closing my eyes and resting my head on the back of the couch.
i manage to fall asleep and next thing i know it's four in the morning.
but my heart never seems to stop racing.
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just a few more chapters guys you can hold on 😫😫
hope you cried 🙂❤️🙏
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