Fused

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

RHESA POV

Flashback

My heart was beating uncontrollably. Bradley was nibbling on my neck leaving kisses all over. I felt the yielding touch of his fingertips against my skin as he trailed kisses from my neck to my collarbone. I planted my arms tightly around him and placed my lips against his when his phone started ringing. He shoved me off him and answered it. I narrowed my eyes in astonishment. "Hey beautiful...I miss you more....no no I'm not doing anything important right now, just passing time... oh you want me to come over?...oh you're so nasty girl...don't even sweat it I'm on my way...Anything for you...Bye baby..." This guy had some nerve. That was serious disrespect for me. In fact for all females in the world.Anger was steaming up inside me. A cry of horror escaped me as soon as he hang up. "I have to go Rhee," he said so calmly it was like he didn't just have that phone call. "What the hell Brad? Am I that worthless that you don't even care about my feelings?" I rasped. "Rhesa, you have feelings? What the fuck are you even talking about?" he deadpanned. "Damn right I do! You were kissing me a minute ago and now you're leaving to go off to another girl!"I yelled. He glared at me disgustedly. "Forgive me if I'm wrong but I thought this was no strings attached Rhee, were not together, I can do whatever or whoever the fuck I want to!" That really hit a nerve. Torrents of tears rolled down my rosy cheeks in two's and three's causing my mascara to smudge all over.I was not just going to stand there and brace myself for his tongue. I was not going to let him belittle me and over power me this time. I dashed at him and released left to right king sized blows on his face sending him sprawling to the ground. I was so proud of myself and I was jumping up and down on the inside. The anger fueled the strength. "You bastard! I don't blame you. You're the true definition of a manslut.You're full of shit and I can't believe I actually loved you at one point. Everything is always about you. You push away everyone who cares about you in your life because you can't even humble yourself enough to realize and appreciate what you actually have. I was there for you during the lowest points in your life. When your dad left who was there the whole time? When he refused to pay child support for you and your siblings, who gave you the money? In fact you have never even paid me back.You're a hypocrite. You'rea good for nothing, worthless, egocentric bastard who thinks the whole world revolves around him. You're exactly like your dead beat father!" His eyes flashed in fury and he clenched his jaw. I knew very well the negative history between him and his father but at that point, I didn't give a damn. He had to feel pain, the same kind I felt. I didn't even wait for him to react, I grabbed my purse and left.

The bright moon hung somberly over the world. The night was as silent as a deserted cemetery except for the hooting of owls, chirping of crickets and occasional rustling of leaves. My heart contorted in painful lumps as I wept frantically. I wished that the earth would open up and swallow me whole. Once again this guy who I thought was my everything had broken my heart. I thought about the first time I caught him pants downat his house with MY personal assistant; Salma. My freaking personal assistant! I always knew she was a whore but I didn't think she was capable of such. It was Valentine's Day and I was going to surprise him with a Gucci watch I had bought him.I was broken. He managed to manipulate and convince me that she was the one that came onto him and it was all a misunderstanding. He even made me feel guilty for finding them together. Yes, he was that serpentine and had that type of control over me. In my fury, I fired that slutbag and forgave Bradley. Rhee warned me about him countless times but her words of wisdom landed on deaf ears. I thought that she was jealous since none of her relationships had ever lasted more than 2 months due to one reason or another. Boy, was I wrong. Life was just disheartening after that. Being the powerful lady I was, random people as well as my friends and colleagues would always walk up to me and tell me all types of stories concerning Brad and other girls. There's one who even told me she saw him in the supermarket making out with one of the cashiers behind the store. But I was naïve and stubborn, I loved this guy and I was hoping he would eventually change. I think it was because we had come from far and he was my high school sweetheart. Letting go was hard. Little did I know he was a psychopath ass hole. I had finally got my wakeup call. I went straight to my room. I didn't even bother to change or take my makeup off. I jumped into my cozy bed and cried myself to sleep. The next morning, I sprung out of bed and went to the bathroom. "Shit!" I exclaimed as soon as I saw my reflection on the mirror. What I saw was just sickening. I analyzed myself inch by inch. My makeup had ran and the smudged black lines were pasted on my cheeks and had even reached my neck. I was petrified. The most frightening people were not murderers, rapists, pedophiles or robbers. The scariest people were those who had so much power over you. The Machiavellians. Sort of like a 'god.' They could deceive you into doing anything and you'd follow them without looking back, without thinking because somehow, you were afraid of the outcome or the consequences.That was the day I swore to never to put myself in a situation where I forgot who I was, changed who I was and lost myself for somebody else all in the name of love.