The Breakdown

Chapter 3

Hello there! Lexie here! I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in a while, but I got caught up with some work I had to do, so I didn’t really have time to write, but I finally took the time to write the next chapter. Enjoy!

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You sit on your bed in your comfiest pajamas in the early morning and look at the white ceiling, trying to figure out what happened with your life and your dreams. They were blown away somewhere along the way on the road towards a happily ever-after. But then again, this was never a fairy tale with a happy ending for you.

A loud crash drives you out of your thoughts and makes you jolt up. You get a little dizzy from standing up so quickly, but you brush it off and go to open the door. A familiar body falls on top of you and you wrinkle your nose when you realize he reeks of alcohol. He’s muttering drunken nonsense and you barely catch your name before you drop him on the couch.

You remember tomorrow, or today, is the beginning of the end. Their wedding day. That means he just had his bachelor party and from what you can see, he clearly wasted it on chugging down vodka and enjoying the company of indecently dressed females.

This is not good. He shouldn’t be here. If his fiancée found out that he spent his night at her house, only God knows what she could do to herself. She has a bipolar disorder, after all.

But she won’t find out. There are no witnesses, he’s drunk and by the time he’ll leave in the morning he won’t remember anything. You won’t do anything anyway.

You question your last thought as he pulls you on top of him by your wrist and gives you a sloppy kiss. The taste of alcohol disgusts you, but the feeling is so familiar it hurts.

Everything after that is a blur, but when you wake up in the morning, you find yourself tangled in the sheets of your bed ‒ how you got here is a mystery ‒ no figure sleeping beside you, and you sigh in relief, but also in sadness, that you didn’t give your entire being to him last night as a selfish goodbye.

But then you burst into tears at your lack of clothing and at the crumpled napkin on your nightstand on which was scribbled ‘I’m sorry.’. The worst part? You turn the napkin backwards and stare in despair at the words he used to say to you each and every day since you got together.

‘I love you.’

“I love you too,” you answer back down-heartedly, with no one to hear your silent prayer, no one to comfort you.

The day is filled with your broken sobs and you cradling the napkin at your chest like a baby.

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Things are taking a dark turn at the moment, aren’t they? I wonder what’s going to happen next time… Mwahahahaha! *cough cough* Yeah… I’m the perfect villain, I know…