Biting Back (Completed)

Leftover

*Just a quick warning here for young or sensitive readers. This story contains a lot of swearing and alcohol consumption, death, murder and killing. Do not read this story if you are sensitive. If you do decide to read you have been warned and also thank you for reading my first puplished story!*

I woke up in an dark alleyway. My head was pounding and my vision was blurry. I squinted my eyes as I saw a tall dark figure of a man. I could barley make the outline of him as he reached his hand to me. I took his hand and he gently lifted me up. I could still not see his face as I tried to navigate where I was. He asked me what I was doing here. I automatically started sobbing and practicaly told this stranger my whole life story. I just blew relationship, not just mine but also some random chicks I explained as I sobbed. "I'm a homewrecker, a whore and a slut. What else can I say." He chuckled and anwsered back "Well then, if that's what it takes, then I'm a serial mass murderer, wanted in not one but two continents and also on the run. Nice to meet you." That made me giggle a little bit. He managed to cheer me up right after I just found out that I'm the other woman. My boyfriend I've been dating for year was actually married with a whole child on the way. A whole ass baby. I wrecked a marriage and also managed to make a woman a single mother before the child was even born, all at the same time. I started blabbering about how my life sucked at the moment and how I thought this might have been the guy. Like THE man I would marry, but then again all good things must come to a tragic and horrible and shameful and vomit inducing ending. I didn't even notice we were walking as I was still going on about my day. I thought he was just going to take me out for a nice and cutsie dinner you know. I even thought he might propose. He suddenly mentioned that he was married and that his wife .HIS.WIFE. was about to give birth soon and he didn't want to keep going with the affair like this anymore. He wanted to be more discreet. What the fuck. And that's the last thing I remember saying as I went over to the bar and got black out drunk. So much for a good relationship. We were so ideal. We were almost the perfect couple, or atleast I thought so. We were walking towards my house I suddenly noticed. Had I just let this stranger walk me home, and I didn't even realize it just like how I didn't realize that I was an affair. I was the other woman. The side piece. The leftover.
I stopped my blabber as we were almost all the way to my door. I didn't even notice the guys face before. He was really- I tripped on the first step and fell into the bushes. Why would anyone put stairs there and not give me a warning that they're just there. They're so unnecessary. We have elevators today for a reason. As if this day couldn't get any worse for me. I just made my self a fool in front of not one but two men today. Guess that checks off one box on my years bingo card. How many times can Angela possibly fuck up. The year isn't even over. It's still November. I'm going to have to start another bingo card. I hope I get an award or some sort of trophy for this shit.
He dragged me up from out of the bushes as he himself struggled to move in thr bushes. My hair had already become a mess but now it was defying gravity. I had a stick and a few leaves just hanging out of it. I got to the top of the stairs and was going to thank him for helping me out of the bush and for walking me home. I turned around at the door but he was gone. I scared him away with my outstanding performance. I should sign up for a circuse and make some profit off of this. Since I'm already so good at it, I should be quick to make a fortune.
I got to my flat and looked into the mirror and stared long and hard. My mascara was misplaced. My eyeliner nonexistent. My hair, let's not think about that. My dress was just a tad bit dirty and my stockings were ripped to shreds after I fell into those bushes. let's not forget about my feet. They were bruised and disgusting. How did that man not stand there and laugh at me when he first saw me. I mean... I guess he did disappear so he must have been holding in a scream. Don't want to wake the neighbors with the unholy sight of me. That would be tragic. I went into the shower and turned on the water. I was sprayed with cold water. I jumped back out in shock. I forgot to put a towl on and walked straight out of the bathroom flashing my poor next door neighbor. I don't think I he was awake to see the horrid sight, thankfully. I ran back into the bathroom and threw on some hideous band t-shirt I had bought as a joke with my friend at the thirft store.
I stumbled into bed and just as my face hit the pillow, so did the tears rolling down my face. I cried as I smushed my face into my pillow and screamed. After some time I eventually fell asleep.