This is life.

15 ➤ Ordeal

Everything I thought was wrong. Everything I took into consideration didn't matter. Every doubt in my mind about who I thought Jason would never be, was proven to be wrong. I can feel my heart's beating begin to falter, sinking into my stomach as it clenched in pain of heartbreak. I can hear its heavy thump as it hits the base. The feeling was indescibable. So many emotions ran through my veins.

Anger. Sadness. Confusion. Jelously. Betrayal. Pain. But the most evident would have to be rage.

My lips parted slightly while I let a barley audible gasp escape my mouth. I let my arms fall of the door handles silently. I can't begin to find the words to say. I felt warm tears rushing down my face as I watched my fiancé kissed Amy and only seconds went by until he saw I was in the room.

He pulled Amy away from him and looked at me, then back at Amy. "I..." he began. Tears began to form in my eyes and past the blurriness I can make out Amy shirtless, and so was Jason. I let out a chuckle out of fury, I remember being told by my mother that the best way to handle a stressful situation is to make light of it. Sorry mother, it's just not working. But I did have some sort of control as I avoided the use of swearing. But in my opinion it probably won't a difference whether I do or not at this point.

"Screw you." I told him. I tried to remain calm and walked outside of the house. By the time I reached the bottom of the steps I was running, Jason was trailing behind me. No, I won't have it, I'm done with this charade. It hasn't been 24 hours and yet my whole life is turned upside down. Jason is the one person I depended on not to betray my trust. He was suppose to be my safety guard. He was suppose to make me feel good and forget all of the hurt in my life. And he just goes and does that to me? How could he? I don't understand. I heard his footsteps running after me but thankfully I reached my car in time. I shoved the key in its socket, twisted it, and heard the engine roared loudly before I went into reverse and almost ran over Jason, which part of me wished that I had actually done because of my anger.

I stepped on the accelerator and sped out past the gates, leaving Jason at our, sorry, I mean his house with his girlfriend. I cried like crazy when I came to a stop in front of a liquor store. I had to be strong if I didn't want people to feel sorry for me. I straightened myself out after crying for 10 minutes and pretended to be alright after I chucked my phone in the passenger seat before I got out my car.

Feeling more than frustrated I made my way to the store but I saw a couple of guys maybe in their late twenties, one of them wearing a red snapback, both enjoying a smoke, making me crave one.

Great. Another bloody reminder.

For Jason I had stopped over the past few months but now, I've lost all fucks to give anymore even if it would eventually kill me. "Can I get a drag?" I asked. The guys laughed at me and I stood there with my hands on my hips and waited for them to be serious, not in the mood to joke.

They took a look at my face and stopped laughing immediately. "Wait, are you Britney Patterson!?" one of the guys asked. I forced a smile and nodded, I've been known as the 'billionaire's girl' for a while now so I was getting used to the special treatment the public was giving me. I bet people would be cheering once they know we are not together anymore. They both looked at each other and took out their deck of smokes and handed me one. "Thanks." I said as I put it into my mouth. I go through my handbag in hopes to find a lighter.

"I'm Brandon and this is Harry." Brandon says. "Yeah, yeah cool." I muttered as continued to look for a lighter. "Here let me get that for you." Harry offers and before I said anything in return he held out his lighter and lit my cigarette for me. "Thanks." I say while blushing a little at his kind gesture. I leaned against the wall and enjoyed my smoke while I took a deep inhale as I sighed and put my hand over my face while placing my other arm around my waist, fighting the urge to cry again.