-Recap-
I sit far from him. Not even looking at him, totally immersed at the tv remote on the coffee table. "It all started a couple months back, when I hit the biggest bump in my vine career. When my channel started getting a crap ton of hate and dislikes. I got drunk one night and met this girl, she just made me feel better about everything, made me feel safe, made me to worry about anything. I ended up getting smashed and going back to her house. I'll let you imagine what happened next." He paused before continuing, almost like he was scared to say the rest.
"I've actually been meeting up with her ever since I met her, since that night she changed me. I'm really sorry (Y/N)." He finished.
I was shocked, speechless, mind blown. "That explains why you've been so off with me, the late nights, unknown numbers. It makes sense. Wow I'm so stupid! To think it was me that was making you feel so down, I actually called your mother to see if I could
help. Wow, I can't even right now.." I lean forward putting my hands in my face.
"So all this time you've been cheating behind my back for about hmm 8 months?" I lift my head up to look at him. "Yeah...(Y/N) I'm so sorry. Maybe we can put this behind us." He gets up to hug me, but I swiftly get up and dodge him. "Put this behind us? Are you insane? I quite frankly never want to see you ever again. How can you say all this when that bitch is still in my bed! You're pathetic honestly." I spit at him with pure disgust, before sprinting upstairs into the stair bedroom. I grab a big suitcase from under the bed and begin frustratingly shoving all of my clothes and shoes into the case. I take one last look of the room before I leave the house for good.
'Apologies don't mean anything if you keep doing what you're sorry for.'
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People put so much effort into things just to get fucked over eventually.
Maybe it is true, that people care when it's too late.
It's been a year since I left my once peaceful shared home. It was difficult at first, finding out everything, piecing it all together, trying not to think about him, moving on.
I'm glad my parents and my best friend Gabby were there for me, I'm so thankful!
I said that I never wanted to see him again and I haven't. I spoke too soon.
It was a Monday afternoon and I had just finished signing a shit ton of posters ready for my meet and great on Friday. After everything I stopped holding back my hobbies and started my own blogging page, I love to write. My page was found by the company 'Net Worth' owned by Lisa Koshy, who is now my manager! I still can't believe it. She actually helped me through a lot, I'm grateful. I turn off my laptop and cleaned away everything, ready for tomorrow. I decide to do a little bit of shopping for Friday, treat yo self! I put on my coat and brace myself for the cold breeze that hits my face as soon as I walk outside of the building. It's some what refreshing, after being sat by my office table for a while it's nice to have a wave of coldness. Anyway, I get going on my way to the 'street of style' basically a street where they have lots and lots of designer shops and restaurants. I walk past the first shop. The lights in the windows are very dim but what shines is a glittered dress made for a princess. Very elegant, not my style.
Believe it or not but my favourite store is Urban Outfitters, that's my #1, my second is Forever 21. I shop until I almost drop, in both stores finding very cute and sweet outfits.
When deciding a tall hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows and chocolate shavings would be the cherry on top of this shopping spree, I quickly departed Forever 21. It felt like I was drifting along the sidewalk, thinking about this dreamy hot chocolate. I was relieved when finally getting into the coffee shop. It was warm, cosy and had sofas to relax on. I ordered my drink and sat down, preferably by a window as I can see out to all the other people rushing from work.
A man loudly stumbles into the coffee shop begging for money off of the cashier, making everyone uncomfortable and scared. The cashier ushers away the man giving him only a biscuit to feed him.
The scruffy man looked so familiar, not the good kind of familiar either.
After having a lovely relaxed afternoon, I had finished my hot chocolate and headed for home. Back into the bitter cold weather. Amongst the travel to my car, I'm stopped by the same scruffy man outside of the parking lot. "Any spare change?" He grumbled. "This is all I have. Is there a shelter you could go to? This weather will kill you." I asked, he frightens me but I'm curious. "I deserve to die after what I did." He sniffles. I had him a tissue, he gladly takes it. He stands up and thanks me for my kindness. He stops mind sentence and stares at me.
"(Y/N)?...."
