Doubts - Regretful ex-Fiancé

Chapter 2 | ✓

"Please, Lily, I'm begging you to call me. I've never asked you for anything before, but I'm desperate now." 

I'm crying and nearly shouting into the phone. "I'm begging you. If you still care about me at all, please reach out. My fiancé... he saw you and mistook you for me. I need you to come here to help me clarify things. Please, I'm begging you." This is the 20th message I've sent her, and I've received no response, no contact, nothing at all.

I attempt to call her almost every day. I was making every effort not to cry. My engagement ended only a month ago and it felt like it was forever.

For me, that day with Jonathan was the worst. Even though I was accustomed to bad things happening to me. The majority of my life was filled with terrible days till I turned eighteen. It was commonplace to flee from molesters, drunks, perverts, and the cops. I spent every day hiding from my mother and her horrible partners.

Having the man I loved to treat me so harshly was incredibly devastating. I had hoped that someone would finally see me for who I truly am, but I was mistaken. The things he said to me in his rage were both deeply hurtful and painfully accurate. I felt like I truly was white trash, and I couldn't deny that reality. 

A week after our breakup, I found a small place to live. I didn't want to rent anything too nice, especially since I was uncertain about what the future held for me. I had a decent job and some savings for emergencies, but my main focus was to spend as little as possible so I could save enough in case something unfortunate happened.

A single woman must rely on her own resources for protection. I don't have a man or family to support me; it's just me once again. I care deeply for my fiancé and want the opportunity to show him that I am not the worthless person he believes I am. He deserves to know that he was not betrayed. I want to prove to him and his family that, while I may not have been truthful about my family, I have always been honest about myself. I have never cheated and never would.

Even if this doesn't change the situation, I will feel more at peace once everything is clarified and Jonathan understands that I am not a bad person. It's important for him to know this, as I imagine he is also in pain. He deserves to hear the truth.

At this moment, I'm sitting on my bed, staring blankly at the wall, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. I recall the day I left the apartment; I was reluctant to speak with Jonathan, yet I held onto a small hope of seeing him again. It was a foolish thought. He was completely cold and indifferent towards me, mentioning that his brother, Sam, would come to assist me in the apartment. He hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

Apart from my clothes, the only item I was bringing with me was a coffee machine that I had a sentimental attachment to. I didn't need anything else; I could manage without it. But, when Samuel showed up, I understood that I had made a big mistake. I should have slipped away quietly. He was glaring at me with a threatening look. He barged into the apartment rudely and examined my belongings with visible disdain. He didn't even say hello; instead, he began rummaging through my bags without bothering to ask.

"What are you doing?!" I asked him, taken aback.

"I'm just making sure you're not taking anything that doesn't belong to you," he replied angrily, throwing my clothes aside. Oh my God!

"You have no right to do this. Absolutely none. Stop it!"

He completely disregarded me and continued with his harsh comments. "I never thought I'd have to say this to you, but you really messed us up, didn't you? You tricked us pretty well, huh? I wouldn't be surprised if you were fooling around with our friends too. Maybe I'll find out soon enough. What's your price, anyway?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This man had always been so kind to me, and now he was speaking to me as if I were the most unfaithful woman.

"Samuel, please stop. Don't do this. I beg you."

I could sense his fury. He looked almost deranged, and the way he stared at me made it feel like he could easily harm me.

"Shut your mouth. I don't have all day. I am doing this for my brother. If it was for me, you could have dropped dead already, bitch." He said with coldness.

"You can leave. Leave right now! I don't need your help! I am already leaving." I grab my coffee machine just to be violently pulled by Samuel, who starts to shake me rudely, without any care. He forcedly takes the machine from my hands.

"You aren't taking anything with you! You little thief. You can't take anything from my brother. Hand over that ring right now."

"What? No...!"

"I'll break your hand if you don't!" To emphasize his threat, he began to squeeze my hand, causing me to cry out in pain. He was ready to hurt me!

Did Jonathan really ask him to do this to me?! How much more do I have to endure? How much longer?

These painful memories will be etched in my mind forever. The way Samuel treated me... Oh my God!

He forced me to give him my ring, coffee machine, watch, and anything else he deemed not mine. He gripped my arm so tightly that it remained marked and sore for the entire following week.

I was facing the violence I thought I had left behind. My own brother-in-law, who once protected me, was now mistreating me!

How could he do this?

Suddenly, my phone began to ring, and I answered it urgently, hoping it was Lily:

"Hello! Lily! Is that you?" I said, filled with hope and desperation.

"Who is this? Who are you, bitch? Why are you leaving these messages?" a rude male voice shouted at me from the other end.

"I'm trying to reach Lily. I need to speak with her! Who are you?" I asked.

"Lily, huh? That bitch is mine. She's messed up, you hear? She's finished. And anyone associated with her is finished too. Do you understand, bitch?

"What! What do you mean...! What...!"What are you talking about? Where is she?"

"She'll be dead soon. And you will be too if I see you. Sister, huh? That's new. If I see you, bitch, I'll take care of you too. Forget about your sister."The man hung up.

I was shaking so much that I dropped my phone without even realizing it. I was terrified, completely terrified. I don't know what Lily did, but it must be really serious this time. I've helped her many times before. It seems I need to do it again. With a sense of dread, I prepare to travel.

I'm heading to the last address I have for her. And I'm bringing my gun with me.