A Lady's Guide to a Good Rebound || ONC' 23

Chapter 1

Guess what.

Getting out of a shitty relationship is shitty.

"It doesn't matter if you leave now Kennedy. You and I both know that you'll be crawling back by next week. Like the pathetic person you are." Add shitty boyfriends to the list and you end up with a disaster. I can't help but roll my eyes at his same old melodramatics. At least he can try to be original.

I stopped running and turned around to face him. From where I'm standing on the stairs, he couldn't see me, but I can see him perfectly. His athletic build, chiseled face, beautiful brown eyes, and obvious societal class are bait for the innocent. You go for it, then you're pierced by the hook and left dangling at his mercy. Expected to act to his every whim.

I stand for a second or two, sizing him up. If he's dangerous then I'm as cunning as a fox. He needs to be taught a lesson, but I don't have the time to teach him. I have more important things to do.

Strangers watch our exchange discretely as they rush into the theatre. The same theatre where he dared to touch up some other girl in my presence. That wasn't what sickened me though, I've become used to that and that- the fact that I'm used to it now- was what worried me. I'd stopped caring and started accepting it. Worse we aren't even married. Double worse, we're not engaged. Yes, I'm not even a pretentiously happy show wife.

I climbed the stairs and walked closer and closer to him, slowly. I feel the anger from 2 meters away. Only when I'm right in front of him do stop.

"It hasn't even been a minute and you're already coming back. If you behave properly the rest of the night, maybe I'll forget your little stunt." Kevin says wrapping his hand around my waist, tight. His blue eyes contaminating my green ones.

I could change him, I said. He's not that bad, I said.

I was freaking dumb two years ago.

"If I ever come back to you, you'll end up six feet under." I spit and the smirk he once wore melts into a scowl.

That's right I'm a bitch too.

LEAVE.

I hear the voice, I always do. It comes, whispers into my ear, compelling me to do things, then leaves. For once it was right, for once it pushes me in the right direction. It reminds me that I can't and will not ever come back to this man. This ends today.

I release myself from his grip and take hold of the pearl necklace around my neck. His eyes widened, warning me. With a harsh tug, the pearls scatter all around me. I smiled "It's over Kevin."

I turned and walked away, leaving Kevin speechless.

"You'll regret this Ken." He shouts when he finally recovers, earning a few glances from others in the courtyard and on the stairs. He's always been attention whore.

"The only thing I regret was ever settling for your rather tiny member." I say before getting into a random taxi.

My façade crumbles as soon as I sit in the car.

As we drive away, Kevin's face morphs from anger to disbelief and back to anger. Then he saunters back into the theatre.

I had looked in his eyes, studied them, before I left. I saw anger, jealousy, lust, arrogance and pride, sadness, and fear. Fear that I'd tell his mom about everything. Fear of what would happen if she heard. He'd given me the pearls last year as a gift. It was his mother's and she'd insisted he give it to me. Our break-up will completely crush her, but she's under the impression that her son is a better person. And he is but only for the cameras.

I had searched and searched for the one thing that I needed to see in those eyes. Love or even fleeting worry. I needed to know that he didn't want me to go because he actually cares. He didn't and that hurt.