Chapter Five
I march into the toilets with one hell of headache. I’m so angry at everything I clench my fists. I look around hoping it’s empty but it’s not. I don’t want to be around people, they can all fcuk off for all I care. Cheryl enjoyed it...Cheryl WAS enjoying it, how can that be?
I throw the door open and storm back out. I look around for somewhere quiet but being a club there was nowhere. I know that if I go outside I’ll be hounded by paparazzi which would be even worse so I just stand there fuming; confused, drunk and p!ssed off!
I spot Cheryl running up to me, swerving through the crowd.
“Baby!” she shouts as she approaches.
“Don’t baby me I’m leaving!” I shout back pouting angrily.
“Noooo don’t go!” she says nearly crying.
She places her hand on my upper arm and I shrug it off.
“Cheryl I want to go home now. This night is a bloody disaster!”
“Fine, we’ll go back to mine,”
“I don’t want a shag you know. No I’m fine I’m going home,” I say starting to turn away.
“Please, we should talk,” she begs a tear running down her cheek.
As angry as I am with her, at that moment seeing her so distraught catches me off guard and I give in.
“Okay we’ll go back to yours,”
She nods and we walk in silence out of the club and catch a taxi back to hers.
...
I’ve never felt so awkward around Cheryl before, it’s terrible. Normally silence is not strained between us; we can talk or be quiet and still enjoy it, but not now. Not after what’s happened.
It takes us only 10 minutes to get to her house. As we enter she turns to look at me, as if she knows she’s in the dog house. She starts to walk into the living room but realises I wasn’t following.
“Kimberley are you coming?” she says quietly and starts to walk back over to me slowly when she gets no reaction.
I’m staring at the floor trying to compose myself, still drunk and still very angry.
“Am I not good enough for you?” I say with venom in voice. I can hear her stop in her tracks.
I look up at her and the world starts spinning, I quickly fling my arm out and push against the wall to keep me steady.
“Are you alright?” she says worried.
“No I’m not all bloody right am I? You enjoyed kissing HIM and you don’t seem to care,” I say tears starting to flow down my cheeks.
“I didn’t want him to kiss me he just did,” she said lamely.
“Cheryl for God’s sake you didn’t exactly fight back did you?” I said sniffling.
“I...I...I didn’t enjoy it. I wanted to kiss you but you were asleep,”
“I wasn’t bloody asleep I was dizzy! Oh my god it’s not even worth it. So basically your saying that if I’m not watching you’ll go off and kiss and shag other people. Well thank you very much I’m leaving!” I shout at her through my tears.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” she cries trying to grab my hand.
“Cheryl don’t lie! I know this relationship doesn’t mean as much to you as it obviously does to me, it’s over. I don’t to be your girlfriend anymore!” I say and throw the door open.
The force of my anger nearly makes me fall over the steps into the garden but I somehow stay on my feet.
“Baby, I need you!” she cries. “I didn’t mean what happened, don’t leave me!”
“I’m going Cheryl, deal with it!” I say as a final word and walk out of her love life at that moment.
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Present
Looking back at the 3 months we’ve just been friends if you can call it that, have been a total disaster. We barely talk anymore and now she’s found another girlfriend to flaunt in my face. I was her FIRST girlfriend but now she’s obviously enjoying be gay with that whore.
She only wants her for her money and I know it. It’s that dirty look in her eyes. I feel bad for the other 3 girls too, they don’t really know how to act around us anymore, whether they should be happy that Cheryl has apparently moved on or whether they should be comforting me. In the past 3 months my life has turned into a proper mess.
TBC...
