Changing Past

Chapter 17: Relapse

The cold air whipped past my face as I quickly walked into the warm safety of Starbucks. I was in desperate need of a latte and quiet. A few days had passed since the party and I felt my life unraveling before me. My usual 10 minute makeup routine has transformed into what felt like a lifetime attempt to cover my new found bruises. Christmas was two days away and the thought of his behind I was for shopping already made me feel tired.

'It's gonna be a long day.'

"Hi what can I get for you today?" A young girl around my age smiled back at me. Her shoulder length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes gave me chills and left a lingering hint of jealousy inside of me.

"Can I get a caramel latte please."

After placing my order I dragged myself to the nearest booth and took out my computer. I was trying to find my gifts from Brandy Melville's website, but I couldn't focus. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and trained my puffy eyes on the bright screen, and attempted to ignore the feeling of another's eyes on me. I slowly turned my head around, and saw that the cashier was staring directly at me.

'What is her problem?'

I was not in the mood to deal with anyone's crap today.

I gave her a dirty glance and turned back around.

I snuck a peek to see if she was still looking at me, but when I looked she was gone.

I squinted my eyes in suspicion and turned back around in my booth.

When I turned around she was sitting in the seat directly across from me.

When I saw her I jumped, which caused me to spill my drink all over my favorite Urban Outfitter top.

"Shit!"

"Oh my god. I am so sorry!"

She sat there with a concerned look on her face, but I could see right through her.

Her smile was fake, and I could see a smirk form on her face.

Whoever this bitch was she sure was pissing me the hell off.

"Can I help you?"

I was being as rude as I possibly could to give her the message that I didn't want to be bothered.

She still sat there.

She crooked her head to the side, and her smirk grew even bigger.

"Yea actually you can... You can stay the fuck away from my husband, you low down bitch."

I was in complete shock.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Jalyn... Luke's wife."

She glared at me.

So this was her...

She's much prettier than I thought she was.

I was imagining some sort of troll, but she looked like a model.

I guess she caught me staring and she started to laugh.

Ok...I don't know what made her become some sort of cocky bitch all of a sudden, but I was not gonna tolerate it.

"Listen... Jalyn is it? I don't want your h-husband. He lied to me about you. I didn't even know you existed, but when I found out, I broke things off with him almost instantly."

"Right answer."

"Excuse me? Who in the hell do you think you are?"

"I think I'm his wife and the mother of his daughter. I don't think I'm some bad ass bitch...but wait...I am. I have him and you don't sweetheart. I'm not a little girl anymore. You're just some home wrecker who thought she was cute enough to make him love you, but guess what you're almost as ugly as I thought you were. Hmm. But judging by your face a few seconds ago I'm prettier than you expected."