RoomMates

Sh*t Gets REAL!

(Narrator)
After Felix told Marzia he was moving in with his friends, Marzia had begun to feel like he was going to at some point cheat on her. She felt as if he was moving because he wanted to get away from her, like he didn't love her anymore. Not only that but he started going out more and more. Coming home later and later in the night until one day, she was done.

(Marzia's Pov)
       It was fine at first, only because he still had given me enough attention. But when he started going out more and more, earlier and earlier.
     He would come home later and later as the days progressed and after a week of this happening, I gave in. He was leaving me alone for hours upon hours.
       And even then, I still cooked and cleaned for him, but little did he know about what happened while I was gone. 
       You see, a few days prior to him telling me about the move, his ex-best friend started talking to me again.    
       And at first I didn't pay attention to him, but as the time he wasn't home grew longer, I caved in. And damn was it amazing.
       After that, I was quick to drop kick him out of my house, only a day before he would leave me for his friends all the way In America.
    Today Felix left an hour earlier came back two hours late. He promised he would take me out tonight, so when he got home. I was absolutely furious.
      "Marzia, I'm ho–me" he said sweetly as he entered the home. But this was the last straw. Not only does he never tell me where he was but he ignores me and only reads my texts?!.       
        I was done, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed and a straight face on as he walked into the hallway, with me at the end of it. His face immediately frowned as he saw me with suitcases beside me.
        Luckily for him, he had everything already packed the day before and knew that she was going to do this. "Ba-be? Marzia?" She hears from behind him, realizing who was here. Welp. Now or never.
"Marzia?, who the fuck is th-.....Anthony?" He says, realizing what was happening to him.
![Yes Padilla is in here. Shit just got real...*Ahem*, totally-not-using-the-title *cough cough*]
"Oh—um-Felix.....sorry bro-" "Fucking finally".He sighed. "What?!" I exclaimed, my accent hardening."I didn't want to hurt you Marzia....I wanted you to break up with me so I didn't hurt you myself"
"So you made me hurt for 14. Fucking. Days. Before letting me break it to you?" and that's when I couldn't handle it anymore.
I went up to him, slapped his face as hard as I could and kicked him in the nuts. I huff with rage, throwing (as in rolling) the suitcases towards him and kissing Anthony sloppily on the lips.
Looking back to see him kneeling on the floor, his hands over his crotch in absolute pain made me feel satisfied with what I've done.
A smile crept onto my face as Anthony picked me up bridal style and walked off towards my room, giving Felix a death glare as he walked out of the house. His suitcases in his hands, quickly following after him.

(Narrator)
        In reality, Felix was heartbroken by her. He hated the way Anthony looked at her and especially the way she looked back at him. They looked at each other with utter happiness and he knew his chance was snatched from his hands. So being the hurt person he was, he stayed the night on a park bench and luckily ended up at the airport as soon as it opened, safe and sound the very next day.