<That stone you are throwing better hit me, 'cos I've got a brick for you>
|Kian|
Wednesday, June 9th, 2021
WHAT WERE the odds of my ex-wife not spamming me non-stop with silly messages? Zero? Yes, zero! Fucking zero odds. The darn woman was literally bothering my phone and I with her sappy excuse of an apology. An apology that was far far too late.
Unknown number: I'm sorry Kian. Please let's get back together.
I scoffed at the words on the screen, my lips pressed tight into a disbelieving sneer. The only time we were going to get back together was when pigs grew wings and flew. In another simple word, never.
Unknown number: I promise I'll be good, please just pick my call. KIAN! FUCKING ANSWER MY CALLS RIGHT NOW OR---
Yes that's right bitch, manifest the craziness festering in you. And also, how the fuck did she get that much unknown number to call me? The bitch had been contacting me with several unknown numbers ever since I divorced her four months ago and whenever I received such wacky calls and texts, she was blocked. ASAP.
About to block her ass again, another goddamn message came in. Man, I needed to get a new sim card.
Unknown number: I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I miss you. Please, I swear I won't do it again! Please!!!!!!! I would die without you. Kian, you're the only person who understands me and I didn't mean to do it. Honestly. I thought I was past craving---
And I stopped reading, reluctant to deal with the shitty mess that was my ex. Tapping on the icon beside the profile information on the menu bar, I blocked her then kept my phone face down on the glossy surface.
I relaxed back into my chair and heaved out a weary sigh, closing my eyes. When was she going to get it into her head that we were no longer a thing? We were over. Done. There was nothing between us anymore, just emptiness and desolation.
Shards of the past flashed in my mind's eye.
My ex-wife pleading on the bed, her hands clasped together and tears brimming in her baby blue eyes. "Kian, I swear I'll never do it again."
She did it again.
Her fingers gripping the pole, her body gyrating yet she's staring at me, surprised she was caught in the act, a searing look that seems to say, 'I'm sorry you found me like this. I promise I'll stop.'
She didn't stop.
My ex gazed up at me, a soulful stare, fingers biting into my flesh. "Say you'll never leave me Kian, say it. Promise me."
Me looking down at her, managing to cup her face in my hands, despite the stinging sensation in my arms. "I promise Rina, I'll never leave you."
I left her.
Suddenly I found myself wishing for the impossible. That I could go back in time to save my ex from herself. To be there again.
No! You can't Kian, my mind reminded me. Or have you forgotten? Remember, Kian, remember.
And I did, a myriad of sad memories swamping me, the sour flavor of those recollections leaving behind a bitter taste in my mouth.
The never ending addiction. The dark secrets. The broken promises.
Darn it.
Remorse, anger, loneliness whipped furiously in me, fuelling the fiery cinders of my heart at what she'd done but I shoved them down into that deep dark hole within me, unwilling to go down that miserable lane once more. Then I let myself step into the cold persona I displayed to the world.
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