small world | c.h

before

brinsley allen always believed love was a stupid thing. she didn't believe in destiny or fate. she wasn't a hopeless romantic. hopeless romantics believe that God has put them on this earth for a sole purpose and brinsley just didn't believe it. there was no God and there was definitely not a thing called destiny. at least that's what she believed after her first boyfriend broke her heart.

-

the smile on brinsley's face started to fade into a frown as she sat across from the empty white seat in this avant-garde restaurant. she stared at the rose that sat in the small ceramic vase on the side of the table and wondered if he was ever going to come.

"ma'am, i'm afraid you're going to give up the seat," a woman said, approaching her, her hands together in sorrow for the girl who sat alone in this dress she spent $250 on.

"yeah, yeah, i figured," brinsley said laughing to herself, dusting off her lap and placing the white napkin on the table.

"hey," the waitress said, grabbing brinsley's wrist as she stood up, grabbing her attention, "let me get you a bottle of wine. on the house," said the waitress, smiling.

"no, no, you don't have to feel sorry for me. it happens quite often actually," brinsley says, dusting her hands and grabbing her wristlet.

"let me," the waitress said, assuring her. she legitimately felt sorry for brinsley and she didn't like that her dick of a boyfriend left her like this in embarrassment.

"thank you so much," brinsley said, placing her hand on top of the waitress'. the waitress nods her head and leaves brinsley to go to the back. she slips on her trench coat and looks around the restaurant as some women have her sentimental looks, especially the couple that stood waiting at the door, probably waiting for her table.

"here you go," the waitress said, catching up to brinsley at the door. she gave the waitress a reassuring smile and left the restaurant, cursing at herself for letting herself believe that he wouldn't forget again. she started to walk home, tears filling the brink of her eyes.

-

brinsley was fast asleep in her room in her small apartment until she heard large knocking on her balcony door. brinsley ignored it at first, given that the fact that it was 2:30 in the morning and she didn't really want to answer to some psychopath. she pulled the covers over her head and grabbed her phone, just in case, until she heard her name called from the outside. she curses at herself and climbed out of bed, phone still gripped tightly in her hand, ready to dial 911 and run out the door. when she pulled her white curtain to the side, her boyfriend was up against the glass, forehead against the window, his breath starting to form on the glass.

"i've been calling you all night," he says quite sternly. brinsley rolls her eyes and threw her phone onto her bed, turning back around to let the boy in. he stumbled in, almost tripping on the ledge of the door.

"you're drunk," she said sighing, not surprised, closing the door and shutting the curtains.

"you didn't answer," he said, angry at her. his face was red and his fists were tightened, infuriated by the fact that his girlfriend didn't call him all night.  that's what he always did. he always blamed his problems on her, because every time he did, she would felt bad and give him sex to make up for it. that's how he had to have felt. it always happened.

"you're blaming this on me?"

"well you didn't answer, so it's kind of your fault," he said, pointing at her as if she was some sort of small child.

"it was my fault that you left me for two hours in a restaurant on my birthday?" she said, crossing her arms, the tears starting to form in her eyes. 

"brinsley, your birthday is in three days, why are you overreacting about this?" he said scoffing, taking off his shoes and climbing into bed.

"calum, my birthday is today," she said, tears now falling off her face, fucking upset about the fact that he forgot the third birthday they spent together.

"brinsley, stop making up the shit and come here," he said, his arms opening, inviting her into her bed, his prominent boner in his pants, expecting her to give him make up sex. that didn't happen.

"get out," she said quietly. too quietly calum didn't hear her quite clearly.

"what?"

"I SAID GET OUT!" she said, now screaming at the drunk brown haired boy who looked at her with amusement. he laughed at her attempt to be mean and strict and he sat up, thinking this was sort of  game. 

"or what?" he said slyly, smiling to myself. brinsley scoffed at herself and at the selfish boy.  

"get out calum, we're done, i'm done, just done," she said, shaking her head and opened the door of her bedroom and exited, knowing he would follow behind. tears fell from her face and she wiped the snot from her nose when calum turned her around. 

"brinsley, let's go to bed," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her to his chest, his boner touching her thigh. she placed her hands in between them and as her hands went up higher to separate them, she noticed purple and blue marks upon her boyfriend's neck, along with pink smears on the collar of his white t shirt. her eyes went wide and her heart broke even more. she pushed him back, calum falling back on his feet, confused on why she wasn't have sex with him. with all of her strength, she pushed and punched and kicked calum in multiple places, towards the door. 

"I," hit. "NEVER," hit. "WANT TO," hit. "SEE YOU," kick. "AGAIN!" she punched him towards the door and he did his best to defend himself but it was useless. brinsley did 14 years of martial arts when she was younger, calum had no chance. once he was at the door, brinsley opened the door and pushed calum out, not caring about the scratches and bruises that was now on his face, and slammed the door shut. she didn't know how to handle it better. he was a douchebag that used her. it always was like that. she wished she would've known that three years ago into the relationship. brinsley felt no sign of sadness. she felt quite... relieved. almost like a burden has been lifted off her shoulders. she ignored the constant banging on her door and the yelling of her name repeated outside. tears fell, but she felt pleased. she felt free.