Games Of Hearts

38. Specially YOU!!!!

Day 1 after break up, I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in Rue's place, her sleek and modern decor a stark contrast to the turmoil that had been brewing inside me. I had barely slept at all, my mind racing with thoughts of him, of what had happened, of what I had done.

Rue's words came back to me, her voice a steady drumbeat in my mind. "You deserve better than someone who would treat you like that." Had I made the right decision by leaving him? I didn't know, but I knew I couldn't go back.

I thought back to the phone call last night, the one where he had been slurring his words, begging me to come back. And then, there was another person, one where someone had called me a bitch . I hung up his call after that, my heart racing with anger and fear.

"You picked his call last night and he was completely drunk," I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of it all. Why had I picked up? Why had I given him the satisfaction of hearing my voice?

But as I lay there, I knew that I had made the right decision. I was done with him, done with the drama and the pain. I was ready to move on, to find someone who would truly love and respect me. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I would never go back to him again.

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As I traversed the familiar path to my college, a sense of unease settled over me like a shroud. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but the feeling of being watched was unmistakable. I spun around, expecting to catch a glimpse of someone lurking behind me, but the sidewalk was empty. Shrugging it off as mere paranoia, I continued walking.

But the feeling persisted.

I picked up my pace, my heart beating in tandem with the clicking of my heels on the pavement. Again, I turned to look behind me, and again, there was no one. The trees seemed to loom over me, their branches tangling together like skeletal fingers. I quickened my pace, my senses on high alert.

Finally, I arrived at the college, the imposing building a welcome respite from the eerie feeling that had been building. It was my first day back after surgery, and I was determined to put the strange encounter behind me.

As I made my way to class, I spotted Jamie standing by the door, her bright smile a stark contrast to the darkness I'd just experienced. For a moment, our eyes locked, and I felt a flicker of recognition.

But I steeled myself, remembering the pain and drama she had brought into my life. I turned away, ignoring her greeting, and stepped into the classroom, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Jamie's voice was laced with a hint of desperation as she slid into the seat beside me, her eyes pleading for my attention. "Please, I want to talk," she said, her words barely above a whisper.

But I was in no mood for her drama. Not today, not after everything I'd been through with Joshua. I felt like I was already drowning in a sea of emotions, and Jamie's presence was only going to make it worse.

I turned to her, my voice firm but laced with a hint of exhaustion. "Please, Jamie, I don't want to talk. Just get out." I couldn't bear the thought of reliving all the pain and heartache that Jamie represented.

But Jamie didn't budge. She just sat there, her eyes fixed on mine, as if willing me to listen. And then, I became aware of the silence around us. The whole class was staring, their eyes fixed on our little drama. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and frustration.

"Jamie, please," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down. "Not now. Just leave me alone." But she just sat there, her presence a constant reminder of all the things I was trying to forget.