Not So Perfect

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All my life, I've been told I was pretty. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, flawless, I've heard it all and from everyone I've ever met. I had that blonde, blue-eyed bombshell thing going for me, with wavy honey blonde hair that fell down to my waist and big dark blue eyes that never failed to get me what I wanted. Everywhere I went, I sent jaws dropping. "You will never fail to make people stop and stare, it's getting them to stick around that will be the hard part." When my mother had told me that, I didn't understand what she meant. Obviously people thought I was beautiful, so why would it be so hard to get them to stay after they'd met me? It wasn't until this moment that I finally understood what she meant.

"What the hell is this?" I yelled as I eyed the crumpled up, red lace thong in the corner of my boyfriend's closet. 

"What?" Ian asked as he walked into the closet, annoyed that I had taken him away from watching the game. When he noticed what I was pointing at, his eyes widened, the annoyed expression on his face now replaced with a look of worry. "It's yours, isn't it? You must have left it here."

"There are very few things you are good at, Ian, and lying is not one of them." I spat out, irritated that he thought I would be so stupid as to believe his lies. "After three years of dating, I think you'd know that I never wear red underwear!"

"Uh..." he trailed off, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck as he tried to think of an excuse. "Are you sure?"

"You've got to be kidding me!" I shouted. "Are you cheating on me?!"

He looked hesitant, before slowly shrugging, "...No?"

"Argh!" I screamed as I grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be one of his favorite shoes, and hurled it at him.

I missed, and the shoe hit the doorframe behind him, falling to the floor with a loud thud. He quickly ran over, picking up his shoe as if it was a baby.

"What the hell, Casey?! You know these are my favorite!" He gently smoothed them out and placed them back on the shelf.

"Are you serious? You cheat on me and all you can think about are your damn shoes!"

"They're my favorite!"

In that moment, all I could feel was pure rage. Having him cheat on me was bad enough, and although he had never been the best boyfriend, I kept my legs closed and had never been unfaithful. But, him? He had probably been cheating on me the whole miserable three years I had spent with him! 

I saw red as I went over to the wall where he had all his shoes neatly set in glass display cases. I knew that that wall alone held over $3,000 worth of shoes, and I also knew that he kept his baseball bag underneath the shelf, with his aluminum baseball bat inside. I quickly rummaged through his bag and found the bat.

"What the h- NO CASEY DON'T!" Ian pleaded, but it was too late, I had already smashed the bat against the wall, hearing the satisfying crunch of the glass shattering. 

Ian tried to get the bat away from me, but in my rage, I was stronger than him. I continued to destroy it until all that was left, were fragments of glass and severely beat up shoes. I hadn't fully realized how hard I'd been hitting until I noticed the various holes in the wall.

"You're going to pay for this," Ian seethed.

"Oh, please," I scoffed. "Babe, the miserable three years I have spent with you have been payment enough."

I shoved the bat into his chest before walking out of the closet, hearing the crunch of the glass beneath my shoes. Reaching the door to his bedroom, I paused for a second before turning around and going up to a fuming Ian.