Open Up My Eager Eyes

Chapter 27

My entire walk back to our apartment consisted of me, possibly, looking like some psycho who’s been mumbling incoherent words, narrating the scenario that was bound to happen when I confront Sam. I was scared but at the same time, I knew that I had to get over the dreadful feeling so that I could end things with her as soon as possible. I knew I wanted to end things with her. I think. I mean, it was too unfair on my part. Although that’s the case, I was scrutinizing the possible refutations that she might throw my way. Like, what if she ask me for proof? What if she ask me who ratted her out? What if she use my own words against me? I was in a trance of panic by the time I was unknowingly fiddling on the faded gold-colored door knob of our apartment. I felt beads of sweat as they started forming on my forehead but somehow, I found comfort to those little droplets because somehow, they reminded me of Vic’s soft lips as he lovingly planted them to my forehead.

“Ugh, there you are!” Sam affirmed as I nonchalantly swung the door open. Now that I knew that the entire apartment consisted of anything that both Sam and I managed to put up together, I came to realize that there were, indeed, a lot of things that needed some fixing. Like the deafening sound that the door creates every time someone would open it, the chipping faded paint of the dull walls, the small hole on the far right corner of the ceiling that I promised Sam that I would repair as soon as I could, the crooked painting near our bedroom that no one could ever fix, the disgustingly annoying brown stain that had been sitting on our red carpet that had been hiding under one foot of the coffee table. As I started listing down these mental notes, my eyes fixated elsewhere, not daring to land to those specific pair of eyes. “Where have you been?” She added, taking worried steps as she approached my direction. I lifted my index finger in front of me, somewhat telling her to stop dead in her tracks – which she did.

“Where have you been when we were.. cooling off.” I asked directly to the point, still somewhat unsure as to how I would word out my mind twisting questions and thoughts.

“I told you, I stayed with a friend.” She said as if it was the most obvious answer that she could give. “Why’d you ask?” She added, looking at me dubiously.

“Who’s this friend exactly?”

“What, you interrogating me now or some-“

“Just answer my question.” I snapped at her and she looked quite bewildered at my sudden raise of tone.

“You don’t know her. She’s from work.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders and acting all cool and collected when on the other hand, I looked confused, frustrated and exhausted all at the same time. “And I know that there’s something bugging you right now but I really do not appreciate your tone.” She added, trying to take control of the situation.

“Oh, really now?” I laughed dryly. “You’ve been staying with a friend or were you too busy sleeping around with someone else?” I said as I took a step forward, not wanting to back out with the argument because I knew for sure that I got her under the spotlight. I got the upper hand and it was evident as she obviously started rummaging through her thick head, trying to look for a lame lie.

“W-What are you even trying to say?”

“Oh, come on, Sammy! The whole city probably knows about your secret double life by now.” I said with

a roll of my eyes. She just stared at me with her eyebrows furrowed. “I know that you’ve been cheating on me so don’t even try to deny it.” I added as my hands balled into fists. My words came out as strong and harsh and I literally felt my veins popping up on my neck.

“I would never- w-what are you even saying?!” She shouted back, obviously at loss for more excuses and lies.

“I know about your dirty little secret, Sam. I- I can’t believe that you could actually toy with me this whole entire time.” My voice went low and suddenly, sadness was too evident in me. I was internally forcing myself to actually stand my ground because the last thing I wanted to happen is for me to look so vulnerable while having this argument with Sam. “I can’t do this anymore.” I added, trying to shake off the tears that were threating to spill from my clouded eyes.