The Last Time

the promise

I had just gotten done with a long day of work down at the daycare. All of the cute kids were giving me baby fever and i couldn't wait to have my own baby one day.

I made my way to me and my fiancé, bryce, apartment and took a sigh of relief just wanting to be in my bed.

Me and bryce had been together for 4 years but just recently got engaged and our wedding is in two days. Just thinking about it made my heart feel all fluffy and warm.

i stepped inside our home and took my shoes off. as i was taking off my last shoe i heard a sound coming from the hallway.

i put my bags down and i felt my guy flip. i too tied to where the noise was coming from and when i walked inside our bedroom i felt as if i was going to faint and throw up.

there in my bed was my bryce and some blonde girl.

i felt like i couldn't move. couldn't breathe. i felt silent tears dropping down my cheeks.

bryce then saw me and scrambled out of the bed.

"babe i know this looks bad but you gotta understand,"

"understand what?!" i practically yelled. what did i need to understand? that being
loyal is a practice that society has seemed to forget?

"El, men have needs and you've been so busy i- i just need things,"

"GET OUT!" i yelled.

"GET OUT OF MY GOD DAMN HOUSE" i cried tears streaming down my face pooling down at my neck.

i just watched as they both scrambled to get decent and exit the house.

"i'll let you have space but we gotta talk about this babe. this is no thing to end our relationship over." he says shutting the door behind him.

i crumble to the floor. i cry. i cry for myself. for bryce. for our relationship that has now become forever tainted.

i stop crying and realize i am not staying another second in this god damn house. i start gathering everything that has any vaults to me and pack a suitcase.

about an hour later and im ready to leave. before i exit the door i look at out entrt way that has a big portrait of me and bryce after we got engaged.

i went back inside i took the picture frame and threw it across the room screaming.

it felt so good.

i then grabbed a vase that he loved and payed a hefty price at an auction for and threw it off the balcony.

i then took my lipstick from my purse and scribbled 'fuck you' on our fresh white walls.

and with that i exited our torn up apartment and made a promise with myself i would never fall in love with anyone so deeply i felt in love with bryce.

and with that i got in my car and broke down again knowing it was time to go back to the start.