Bad Boy Gone Good [Completed]

intro part 2

[sometimes it is better to be alone, why? Because that way, no one can hurt you]

Alex

A bottle a wine. Red wine..

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And a bottle of vodka.

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There was no celebration.

No.

But if there was, it would've been how defeated I was right now. I looked at the fireplace as tears trickled down my face .

I hate you

The only thought in my mind. I was angry, hurt, broken and confused.

My long time boy friend, Blake McLaren, was cheating on me. Alexandria, Alex for short. I was a 22 year old woman. I was always well known , helpful and selfless. But I was too naive, how could I not see what was happening? Tomorrow was supposed to be our five year anniversary. Now it was just another day to forget. How did I get to know?

I had been a week since I walked in on his and some silicone bimbo's hot make out session. I was so shocked, I felt no emotions for a while. No tears, no whimpers, no breakdowns. Until Emi, my best friend, came to my house, I cried my life out to her. She let out a string of colorful curses and swears.

The bottle of wine was mine. Though I rarely got drunk,my sober self kept rethinking everything. I had a big house, nice car, I didn't have much family- my mother died when I was 10 my dad died when I was 18. My grandmother raised me afterwards , insisting that an 18 year old still needed to be taken care of. I knew she just wanted to spend some time with me so I let her. she was the one who taught me to live through everything but despite all of her advice, here I was.

I looked at Emi. Her lips trembled and her eyes glossed over. Tears fell like rain drops. She had her share of sorrow. Her fiancé decided that he'd run away from the altar on her wedding day with her sister. Her sister! Not only was she embarrassed but completely torn apart. She tried to pull herself together. Tried.

Why do the good people have to suffer?

Can't God just end our sorrow?