(Earlier that day)
"What makes you think he's cheating?" Becky asked me as we restocked the coffee cups. It was a rare slow moment and we were taking the time to catch up.
"The charges on my credit card for jewelry and lingerie that I didn't buy and have never seen. The late nights at work. Changing the password on his phone every other day. Take your pick." I replied bitterly.
"Close the card and boot Marty's ass to the curb," Beck quipped, moving on to clean the steam pots.
I rolled my eyes in reply, but seriously considered the option.
When I finally made my way back home after my shift, I was determined to Marty out of the apartment. The surprisingly quiet day had let me stew in my anger. Now, I was ready to face my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
The apartment was empty.
Staring around in amazement, I tried to comprehend what had happened. Everything except for my personal belongings was gone, and what was left to my name was dumped unceremoniously into a pile in the middle of the bedroom. He even took the toilet paper off the holder.
The wind went flat out of my sails. Turning on my heel, I slammed the door behind me. I needed a drink.
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
