How To Make Him Jealous

Chapter 2

Faith (2 months earlier)

My back touched the wall, his lips only just touching mine. Sparks. Fireworks. My head was in Mars. My feet weren't on the ground, metaphorically and physically. He'd jammed his knee into my crotch, pinning me against the wall. My hand was entangled in his hair, my other hand had slid somewhere under his shirt. His abs were under my fingertips, he pulled at my bottom lip. It was amazing, I loved every move he made, I never wanted it to stop.

I sigh, there is no point remembering the past, it will just make me feel worst. That was then and now is now and now I'm in a shitty alleyway, hyperventilating with a hobo staring at my boobs.

My body is violently shaking, my mind hasn't excepted what I just witnessed because it shouldn't have happened, it had never crossed my mind, all the times he went away to 'train for his big marathon', my beautiful, perfect Liam had been knocking up sluts.

I still felt like I loved him and that I would happily throw my heart at him if he came running down this alley, crying because he'd thought I'd left him and it was all just a big misunderstanding. But somewhere deep down I know he should die in hell for what he did.

My heart had been shattered on that scanky hotel floor, unfortunately this is where that memory has to live, in this weird drug dealers alleyway, with a hobo that has advanced towards me.

I pounded the wall, over and over again. 'You cheating, lying, bastard. How could you. '  The sadness had been replaced by anger and now I was screaming curses to the sky, the tears had dried due to the metaphoric steam coming out of my ears. My knuckles stung, my body ached and my mind hurt from... from what... Love ?

4 years we'd been together, 4 years of pure brilliance. I never expected this, but then again I wanted him to be so perfect I just locked it away, all the bad thoughts about us, him.

I've calmed down, let my arms uselessly hang by my sides. I'm not sure what emotion this is but I never want to feel it again, as I step back to walk away, I trip on the hobos foot ( who by the way is way to close to me,) my ankle falls to the right , the pain shoots through my leg and I'm forced to one knee. Shit. I forced myself up and hobbled down the alley, away from all the crap that just happened. Ow ow ow. My heart ached, my ankle was stuck at a funny angle and my stomach was growling due to lack of food in the last hour.

Everything was a mess, nothing was fine, I was no where near fine. I was trying to think of what to do, my flight back was in two days, the nearest hotel was ...you get it. Basically I was screwed and it sucked, like it really sucked. I looked at my phone, I had a text from Chris.
'Hey Faith, I heard about what happened and I wondered where you were, I thought maybe you could spend the night at my place. Text me as soon as possible and I will pick you up wherever you are.
Chris xxx