Saint hangs his head low, sighing out as he continues to scroll through the baby pink tinted iPhone. His grey eyes scan over the screen again and again making sure what he was reading was true. His chest tightens once he reaches the end of the thread, showing the most recent message between his girlfriend of 2 years and an unknown male. Saint locks the phone and tosses it back on to the bed next to him.
"Can't believe this shit." He mumbles to himself.
Briefly he sits trying to gather his thoughts and figure out what to say to her and how to say it. Wondering if he should tell his brother now or later since only he and Priya occupied their home at the moment.
"Priya.." he calls out into the hallway. "Come here baby."
"Coming!" Her sweet voice responds.
Saint resumes his seat on the edge of the bed, fingers interlocked and jaw clenched tightly. He listens to the sound of her heels clicking against the dark hardwood floors of the home. Finally she appears in the doorway, a smile on her face that fades quickly when her eyes meet his.
"What's wrong Saint?" She questions his innocently, as if she was clueless as to what could be wrong with him. "You look... so tense."
"How about you tell me what's wrong Priya."
"Um, is this a game or something?" She chuckles nervously. "You want me to guess? Because I have no idea."
"Hm." Saint says as he nods his head slowly. Reaching over next to him he grabs the iPhone again and hands it to Priya. "Unlock that for me."
"O...Kay." Priya hesitates monetarily before swiping up to unlock the phone for her overly patient boyfriend.
"Read that last message out loud to me... let me know if I'm tripping or not."
Priya looks down at the phone screen seeing the messages open between her and her secret lover. She instantly bites into her bottom lip and sighs while looking back up at Saint, who was still waiting on his request to be fulfilled.
"Can't read now? Or cat got ya tongue?"
"I can explain..."
"Okay... but first, read the message like I asked."
"Saint."
"Priya... read it. NOW!" Saint shouts. He stands to his feet causing Priya to back away.
She hits the wall next to the bedroom door feeling trapped by Saint and his tall stature.
"Read it." He repeats his face just inches from her trembling lips.
"It says... I'm going to leave them for you, I love you and don't want to pretend to be happy any longer."
"You meant that?" Saint ask. His face softens suddenly making Priya's eyes full with tears from the visible hurt being displayed. "We don't make you happy no more baby?"
Priya shrugs and wipes away a few tears. The water works flow quicker than she can wipe them away. Saint, who was usually the one to coddle her and wipe her tears away stands up straight and takes a step back. He had no words for her, feeling his own heart break there was no way he could help her feel better about what she caused.
"I'm sorry."
Saint doesn't respond. Feeling heart broken and literally at a lost for words he sits back down. Never in a million years did he think Priya would do him... them... like that.
"I think you need to pack yo shit and go."
"You're kicking me out?" Priya frantically states. "You can't kick me out of my own home! I have nowhere to go."
