Circles - Vic Fuentes

Chapter 1

Quick note, whether if you read the description or not, there is a major TW for this story. In the next few chapters, there will be scenes containing smut and self harm flashbacks that can be very detailed. If you have any discomfort with such things I prefer you skip when you see the warning emoji (ex: ⚠️).

Song for chapter: Hackensack by Fountains Of Wayne

I sit in my apartment near the window writing on my laptop, glancing out the window once in a while. I can feel the slight breeze against my skin and the pink/blue clouds matching the sunset make me feel a bit happier.
My name is Julie Buehler. I am 26 years old. There's really nothing much fun about my life that you should be informed about. I mean I graduated college last year and am now living in my own apartment with a steady job. Me and my boyfriend, Henry, have been together for a while. It's actually almost our three-year anniversary. We've been pretty happy.

I look at the time on my computer, it's almost time for me to go to work. So I quickly get up as I fix my clothes and hair.
I grab my things and lock up my apartment. I try to zip up my bag as I walk down the stairs but it's hard to focus on walking and the bag in my way.
I hear my phone ring so I quickly grab it and answer, "Hello?".
"Hey, babe. It's me. I'm just saying our plans for tonight are gonna be moved a bit because I was given a later shift at work today."
"Oh, okay. Well I have to work an extra hour so it will be fine. Will we still be able to see each other? I have your favorite popcorn brand at my place".
"Yes of course. I'll be there"

A couple of hours later
(sorry weird ass time skip)

I get off my shift 30 minutes early and decide to go home. I'm a complete mess from work and I need to freshen up before Henry gets to my apartment.

As I pull into the driveway, I take the keys out and start to head up to the apartment. I then hear my name, "Julie! Hey!". It's my neighbor, Connie. She's a sweet older lady who often brings me brownies or her sweet caramels.
"Hey, Connie!".
"I thought you were up there still!"
"What do you mean?".
"Well, I saw your boyfriend go up there a while ago, but it was from a distance."
"Oh, okay. No, I've been working. Thanks!"

I get a bit confused as to why Henry would be there early. He said he would be there later and he didn't text me any heads up.
I make my way up the stairs to my door and unlock it, but I can hear slight thumping, which makes me unlock my door faster.
I open the door and take a slight turn to see Henry and a random girl in my bed.
Naked. Inside her. In my apartment. In my bed.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I say, dropping my bag and moving closer to them on my bed.
I see them both trying to get off the bed and dress back up as quick as they can but it was no use to me.
"Julie! I can explain I swear".
"What the fuck is there to explain? You're fucking an other girl in MY bed! You're fucking disgusting".
I look at the girl longer and I see she starts to look more familiar. She was a cashier at a coffee shop downtown. She took our order once. That fucking no good bitch.
I start slapping Henry in the arm as hard as I can, leaving red spots that get worse as minutes go past.
"I can't fucking believe you! After three years this is what you do to me?! GET THE FUCK OUT!".
Henry and the girl try to run out of the door but Henry won't give up. He looks back as he stumbles out the door to see me grabbing whatever I can and throwing at him.
"Babe, please! Shit! You don't understand."
"Oh I fucking understand, you dirty lying bitch! You and your cafe hoe have been fucking behind my back. I never wanna see you again!".
He then leaves. I slam my door and look at the bed. I'm disgusted. They had sex in my bed, and the filth is on there. I wonder how many times they have done it on my bed or anywhere in this damn apartment.
In a blank thought, I go into the kitchen and grab a knife. I then go back into my room and see a stuffed teddy bear Henry had gotten me, and I stab it as many times as I can.
At this point I am blacking out, I can't remember the number of times I stabbed every individual item he owned or gave me.
I then look over at the bed, disgusted and feeling myself cringe. I crawl over to the bed and stab a singular deep rip into the mattress, and start to drag the knife through the fluff and cotton, making a bigger slit throughout the middle of the bed.
There's cotton everywhere and ripped-up shit through my whole room. My vision is blurring and fully closing but I can feel myself rip up my mattress deeper and harder.
I finally stand up slowly and turn it the mirror. My hair is messed up and my lipstick is smudged. I look batshit crazy. I FEEL batshit crazy.
I can feel cotton and fluff under my feet and I stand in confusion. I can barely even breathe, I'm focused on the mirror and what happened to me in a matter of seconds.
I eventually take a shower and wash all the makeup off and let my messy hair dampen and smooth down.
I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me, looking in the mirror.
I can feel tears stream down my face and I start throwing my hands down to my legs in a shit fit. All the anger is flushing away. All I feel is numbness throughout my whole body and face.
I never thought he would do such a thing to me. He was so kind and respectful of what I wanted and what was good for the relationship. What a hypocrite.