It Started With a Summer Job

Chapter 9

*Emily's P.O.V*

It's been two months since that night. At Duffy's. Things were going just fine between us. 

Going on nice dates. Hanging out. Everything.

Till last night.

I don't even know what happened. All I remember was that she came over suddenly and just started to yell at me. Yelling that I was some whore. That I cheated on her and that we were breaking up.

*FlashBack*

I was just coming downstairs when I heard my front door being pounded on. It was one in the morning. It's a good thing no one was home. My parents and sister were at my grandparents that night anyway. 

I opened the door to find my beautiful girlfriend. Abby but she had tears running down her face. 

"Hey, what wrong." I went to pull her into a hug but she slapped pushed me away.

"I can't believe you." She sobbed. I was confused. What did she mean?

"How dare you. You said you loved me. Did anything that even happened these past two months mean anything to you?" 

"What are you talking about?" I asked worryingly. I don't remember doing anything bad. 

"Of course you would say that. You cheated on me, you whore." I was taken back. Whore? I cheated on her? I was actually hurt.

"I never cheated on you. I don't know what you're talking about. Who put that in your head. Please. Let's just talk about this. We can sit down and talk through this." I tried to put my hand on her cheek but she slapped my hand away.

"No! Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. Don't come near me. Your a whore and I never want to see you again." She yelled and sobbed. Next thing I knew she was off my porch and in her car and drove off.

*End of FlashBack*

I reached up and tried to wipe my tears but they just kept running down my face. I sitting up on my bed right now buried in blankets.

Even just the thought of what happened brakes my damn heart. I didn't even do anything. Yet she called me a whore. 

The women I loved. The love of my life. My soulmate. Just broke up with me. She basically tore my heart out of my chest and tortured it. She didn't even finish it off. She left it to suffer. To suffer for the rest of my life.

This can't be it. I won't let it happen. This can't be the end.

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Badcompany454

(12/3/2018)