Karma

Chapter 1

              Rays of sunlight escaped through the small spaces of my lace curtains onto my eyelids waking me up. Groaning, I turned to roughly draw them and threw my duvet over my face. Hungover's are so not for me but after last night, I truly deserve this one. I broke up with my fiance.  The old me would definitely stay in, Binge watch depressing movies and drown myself in either wine or ice cream. Or both. But No. That was the old Melissa. The quiet squeaky clean girl who took the bullshit the world threw at me without a complaint.

         That version of me is so dead. Especially after what I discovered today. I grabbed my car keys and called my close friends Chloe & Minora to meet me at a bar not so far from my apartment. By the time the ladies got here, I was 1 mojito and 2 shots of whiskey in. I dont even like whiskey but anything to numb the pain right?

        I was hoping every long sip I took would erase the pain. And it did. Momentarily. I knew the girls wanted me to talk it over and cry if need be. But after everything I have been through with John, I am physically and emotionally drained. The pain I was put through was too much to bear and this was just the last straw. My tear ducts have nothing left at this point.

        About 5 shots and 3 cocktails later, I found myself on top of the bar singing "I don't care" By Icona pop on top of my lungs using a beer bottle as a microphone. I knew there were people staring. Judging. But none of that mattered. Not the fact that I had work the next day. Not the fact that my fiance and boyfriend of over 4 years had not only been cheating on me for that long, He had gotten this girl pregnant. And Oh! Did I mention they not only have a baby on the way, but are getting married. And I had to find out on Facebook. FACEBOOK! !!!!! Which 27 year old cannot have the audacity to confront someone with the truth in person? How disrespectful.

      There I was. Clearly defeating the purpose of me being out tonight. Thinking about John. Giving him some twisted type of power over me. I shook the thoughts off and we kept the shots coming. Every time I knocked one back, I assured myself that I was beautiful and sure as hell deserved better than John Warwick.

         Time flew by so fast. I had no idea where Chloe was but it was a quarter to one in the morning. Minora told me she was calling it a night and she left. Afterwards I took another shot and the rest of the night was a blur