"Who the FUCK are you?!"

The door practically shakes off its hinges as the blond-haired woman screams at me. Oh my God, what have I gotten myself in to? I'm unable to speak for a few moments as I stare at the angry woman in front of me, she looks at me as though I'm stupid.

"Hello? Are you deaf?" She shouts, scoffing before barging her way into my home. Her wet shoes leaving dirt and little puddles on my wooden floor as she charges over to the couch. Y/N laid fast asleep. I'm beginning to wonder whether she would sleep through a world war.

"Get the fuck up" The woman demanded. By this point the shocked look on my face had gone and I began to come back to reality. Now I was concerned for the fact that an angry woman is leaving shit all over my floor. What a bitch.

"Excuse me?" I say loudly, the woman grabbed at Y/N on the couch as she stirred awake. Small groans can be heard and the sound of Florence's harsh words as she spits fire at my bartender.

"You need to leave." I demand. It was a simple enough instruction. Considering the commotion, Y/N was now awake and clearly hungover and Aubrey had sprinted down the stairs at the sound of my voice.

"Who is she?" She's looking to Y/N but she doesn't answer. "I'm the woman your girlfriend crawled to when you two had a fight."

What the FUCK did I just say. I already regret this. Aubrey has the same reaction as mine as she looks to me with wide eyes.

"Okay, let's not... Come on I think that's the wine talking, Liz."

Y/N sat on the couch, fumbling to stand up as Florence grabbed at her clothes to pull her up: anger splashed all over her. Aubrey pulled at my arm but I stood with them crossed over my chest, behind the couch.

"Liz? Like Elizabeth?" Florence laughs. I don't move but instead match her intense eye contact. "You have some nerve..." She began, walking round the couch to get into my face.

"First of all, she's my fiancée. Second of all, she chose me over you, remember? You're a nobody. Like literally, who are you?!" She says getting louder towards the end. "You're some slut who cheated on her husband, right? So, you're actually a cheating slut."

I'm not a violent person but in this moment, I could have ripped her eyelashes out one by one. I wasn't even angry about her speaking of Y/N, I wasn't feeling protective but instead I was angry at the mention of my past.

"You little bitch" I growled through gritted teeth before my palm made contact with her cheek. Due to the sound of the slap and the gasp that left everyone's mouth, Y/N had now got up the couch and stood between the two of us. Aubrey now stood beside me, ready to help me if needed.

"I'm the slut? Aren't you the one who worked in a strip club as some whore for old men?" I spat, I didn't move but instead reach a finger forward to poke her chest, causing her to take a step back.

"Or the one who sucked off Y/Ns best friend because you argued? What did you do tonight, Kiss her dad?" The look on her face was priceless and I when I poked her chest again, she went for me. She lunged forward, hand going for my hair. I won't lie, my heart skipped a few beats but Y/N was there to stop her.

"After we would fuck, we actually talked, I know you. I know the type of girl you are. You're a mean, slutty bitch with daddy issues." I pushed her to her limit.

"You're fucking dead!" She yelled, pushing past Y/N and landing the worse punch I had ever felt, right in the nose.

What the fuck is happening right now.

Two women I'm involved with, or used to be involved with, fighting. They weren't even fighting over me, they just hated each other. I had briefly told Flo about Lizzie, a bad idea clearly. I had told Lizzie about Florence's dad passing away a few years ago and so with the mention of "daddy issues" I'm not surprised Lizzie got a fist to the face. As much as it pains me to think, she deserved it.

"Please" I shouted, the room fell quiet. Aubrey grabbed Lizzie who was wide eyed holding her nose, blood covering her hands as she turned around to spit out the blood which had gotten in her mouth. She had surrendered and Aubrey knew that. She stood in front of Elizabeth like she was guarding her pup.

"You need to leave before I call the cops" Aubrey hissed looking at me. Did she think this was my fault? Is it?

"You stay the fuck away from my family!" Florence shouted, right next to my ear as I attempted to push her out of the house, she was stronger than I expected. As soon as we got out the front door, she acted as though I had slapped her across the face and mentioned her dead dad.

She got an Uber here so she tugged my car keys out of my pocket and we drove home. The night was rough, to say the least. I slept on the couch and after our argument, I should've slept outside. I felt like a piece of shit. She made it clear to me that I was.

I hadn't thought of Lizzie since we left but as Florence shouts "I'm done with your bullshit, I deserve better" I realised my relationship was over and Lizzie was the only person I wanted to be with right now.

We broke up. I need you.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking but I didn't know where to go or what to do, it felt like my world was falling apart. I just lost my Fiancée.

It's late, go to bed.

She kicked me out

What about your apartment?

I left all my shit inside and she won't let me back in.

Good. You deserve it.

Ouch, it hurts more when she says it. When Florence said it, I thought it was her blind rage but it coming from Lizzie? I deserve it.

"Please, it was always you. Always. When I saw you at my party at Halloween, it made me realise the mistake I was making. I'm so sorry that I didn't just kiss you right then and there. I'm a piece of shit for dragging you through all of this. I love you." I confessed down the phone to Lizzie.

"Hello?" I questioned when I heard no response from the person on the other line.

"You need to grow the fuck up" Aubrey replied to me before hanging up.

"Aubr- Put Lizzie on the phone" I demanded before realising the phone line had been cut off.

What have I done?