Quick intro
Okay so I'm a big Ed Sheeran fan from NZ
This story has course language.
And some sad scenes :(
I legit cried at points when writing this, you may not but I did, 1) because ive always found writing my own stories emotional and 2) been through a similar situation.
Enjoy!
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Faith's POV
" That's it Mark!, we are done!" I screamed from across the room, my temper raging.
" Honey..."
I cut him off rather suddenly.
" Don't honey me!"
" Sorry, Faith, It wasn't what you think, she was lonely"
Mark and I had been together for 2 years, when all of a sudden he became quiet and told me his working hours had expanded. Liar.
It was February 1st 2009 and I was heading home from my job as a midwife at Charing Cross Hospital in London. I decided to quickly drop in to the supermarket and pick up some ingredients I needed to make a special dinner for mark and I.
As I pulled up into a carpark at the underground parking lot, our of the corner of my eye I saw two people making out in the front seat of a sparkling red Ferrari.
I quietly chuckled to myself, then it hit me. I knew that face all to well. Mark.
Staring in horror, I froze up for a minute or two, just staring at the awful sight.
Anger started building up inside me and suddenly before I knew where my feet were carrying me towards the vehicle, I was about to burst.
I stumbled in rage up to the car and violently banged on the window,
Mark looked up with a guilty but surprised look on his face and mouthed the words " sorry babe"
" Markus James Watson, what the fuck do you call this you bastard!?"
He wound down the Ferrari window and mumbled a few words which I couldn't clearly hear.
" What was that Mark?, been cheating on me have you?" I exclaimed in an aggressive tone, one I have never used on him before.
" Honey I can explain, just let me..."
" Mark, leave me alone for a while please"
And with that I pivoted on one foot before storming off and getting back into my car, forgetting about dinner.
A few hours later I was putting the remains of my dinner for one in the fridge when my phone started buzzing on the kitchen table, it was Mark.
" What do you want." I answered bluntly.
" I want to apologise, let me come over" he said rather calmly.
I hung up the phone and within minutes, he arrived on my doorstep, begging for forgiveness.
"No" I said firmly, " No"
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Later that night I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd done.
I was so mad.
" how could he, we were going so well!" I sobbed to myself.
I decided to go for a drink at the local pub.
I dressed up and put my hair in a messy bun, before chucking on my heels and walking out the door feeling quite free.
Walking into the pub I felt very self conscious and vulnerable, I was 23 and alone in a pub at 10pm, smart move Faithy.
