French Heartbreakers

Rolling Down My Face

Mya's POV:
I've been crying my eyes out. I can't seem to stop. I've tried so many times. I didn't answer my phone when it ringed. There was even a knock at the door. But I didn't answer it. I laid in my cold bed while being comforted by my own misery. I even lost my appetite. I didn't want anything but Larry. I miss him so much. Just the thought of him made my chest hurt. At some point, I dozed off and went to sleep. I woke up to loud knocks at my door. I dragged myself out of bed. And slowly walked to the door. I started to get a headache at the constant banging.

"WHO THE HELL IS IT?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I yanked the door open and was about to curse up a storm. Until, I saw it was Denise. I let her in and flopped on the couch. Candice followed right behind her and closed the door.

"I've been calling you since yesterday. What's going on with you?" Denise complained.

Denise softened her face as she saw my face.

"Mya, what's wrong?" Denise asked with concern.
"Are you okay?" Candice asked.

Denise sat on the left side of me. And Candice was in the right. As Denise caressed my hand, I realized this was a moment I had to risk losing my best friend. Candice rubbed my back in a circular motion. The thought of hurting Denise's feelings made my eyes fill up with salty water again.

"Mya, it's okay. You can tell us." Denise said.

Candice handed me some tissue. I dapped my puffy eyes dry and explained myself.

"It's over." I said in a low voice.
"Huh?" Denise asked.
"What's over?" Candice confusingly asked.
"I told Larry everything about our plan. He broke up with me." I replied and cried again.
"Oh my god." Candice said as she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Hold up. He broke up with you? But y'all weren't together, right?" Denise questioned.

Instead of verbally answering Denise, I let my teary eyes speak for me. Denise stood up from the couch and yelled,

"I don't believe this shit!"

Candice jumped in her seat.

"Denise, let me explain." I pleaded.
"Denise, just calm down and listen." Candice added.
"SHUT UP!" Denise screamed at Candice.

Candice sat back on the couch and was silenced.

"Listen to me, please." I begged Denise.
"Are you in love with him?" Denise asked as she attempted to hold back her rage.

I struggled to get the words to come out of my mouth.

"YES OR NO?" Denise yelled.
"YES! Yes I do! I'm sorry Denise. I never met for this to happen." I replied in frustration.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I thought we was best friends!" Denise yelled as her voice began to crack.
"We are! You're not even with Larry no more!" I yelled back.
"So, what? I still love him! You couldn't even wait until I was over him to take him!" Denise shouted.
"I am so sorry." I lowered my voice and reached out to hug Denise.

Denise pushed my hands away and yelled,

"Don't talk to me!"

Denise marched out the door and slammed the it shut. I flopped down on the couch and cried in Candice's arms. I feel so alone.

Larry's POV:
When I pulled in front of the house, I noticed stid marks in the drive way. I walked inside and it seemed too quiet.

"Laurent!" I called out.

But I didn't get a response. I walked to Laurent's bedroom. I found him sitting on the edge of his bed. I sat next to Laurent and asked,

"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Laurent glanced at me and nodded his head.

"I want to apologize to you. You were right. I should of listened. You were just looking out for me. Thank you." I explained.

Laurent faced me and asked,

"So, you and Mya talked?"
"Yeah, we did. It's over between us." I confessed.
"I wasn't trying to break y'all up. You know that right?" Laurent asked.
"I know." I replied and looked around his room.

His bedroom looked as if a hurricane went through it.

"Did something happen here?" I asked; almost not wanting the truth.
"Well, let's just say...great minds think alike. Beyonce came by and...long story short, we had sex and Fiona caught us." Laurent briefly explained.

My mouth dropped in utter shock. I can't believe Laurent cheated on Fiona with a married woman.

"What is wrong with you? Why would you sleep with a married woman?" I snapped at Laurent.
"I know. I messed up. By the way, Beyonce isn't married anymore." Laurent replied.
"So, what? It doesn't matter. What are you going to do now?" I angrily said.
"Get off my back!" Laurent yelled and stood up from the bed.

I quickly gave Laurent the "who the fuck you talking to" look. Laurent walked to a window and stared out of it. While looking out the window, Laurent said,

"I don't know. I care about her. I just do."

As I listened, I could feel the sadness in his voice. I also realized that Laurent's feelings for Fiona was rooted deeply in his heart. I stood up and slowly approached Laurent. I rested my head on my left shoulder and hugged him. Laurent continued to stare out the window.

"I want to ask you something serious. And I want you to answer me, seriously. Do you love Fiona?" I asked.
"No, I'm in love with her." Laurent softly replied.
"Do you love Mya?"
"I think so. I don't know anymore." I replied.

Author's POV:

(Play video: Amerie- Rolling Down My Face)
Fiona sat in front of a blank canvas; painting. She continued to paint with warm colors as silent tears streamed down her face. She didn't get up from the chair until the painting was completed. She didn't even stop to wipe a single tear from her eyes. Hours later, Fiona was done with her painting. It was a picture of two different faces blended on one head. One half was a wild beast. And the other half was Laurent.

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