"Rebecca no it's not what you think!"
I'd heard it all before.
"Go fuck yourself." Breathe. I hated him. I fucking hated him so much.
"Please let me explain!" he pleaded, shoving the girl who clinged onto his bare chest, he ran towards me and grabbed my arms.
"How many times Jeff?" I stopped in my tracks and saw the hope in his eyes. He was mistakened because I was sick of this, "how many fucking times did I let you explain? That's it. We are done. Let go of me!" I shoved him to the wall and hoped it hurt like hell because that was the last time he would hurt me. That was the last time I'd have see with my own eyes his tongue down a blond bitches throat. 8 long months of hell... and I was finally free.
Forcing down the lump in my throat was hard but the effort was worth it. I wouldn't let him see how broken I was, how alone...
And that was it. Another end to another relationship. Another reason to cry. Another reason to give up... I was so lost and so lonely.
"Oh you'll be back. You're nothing without me Rebecca!" he screamed after me, "You hear me? NOTHING!"
"I know," I whispered tears trickling down my cheeks. It was true. I was nothing without him because he was my everything. WAS. No more chances because I had run out. That magic box named Chances was empty. Not a single chance left in sight. Not for Jeff not for Cart not for anyone. Especially for me.
