Broken Bonds

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The feeling of ice stung my cheeks as I ran out into the cold, foggy September night, away from the man I had been with for the past five years.

"Amber, wait! Please, I can explain!"

My keys made a delicate, yet unfocused clinking sound as I attempted to unlock my dream car; a royal blue, with a white racing stripe down the middle, 1969 mustang. Whipping around, I slapped him hard, the echoing of my hand hitting his face rang out into the cold air. How could I have been so unbelievably ignorant?! I'd seen all the signs telling me to leave him, but I just ignore them all. And now I was paying the price for it.

"Mark, just leave me the hell alone! Go back and have some more 'guy time' with that slut in your bed!"

As I turned to throw my backpack full of all my belongings into the car, Mark pulled me close and tried to kiss me, as if it would make me stay with him. As if it would make it go away.

As if to make it seem like he hadn't cheated on me... Again.

I pushed against his chest hard. Hard enough to make him fall backwards into the driveway. With my heart broken and my tears falling, I got into my car and started the engine. I locked the doors as my hands shakily gripped the steering wheel, the breath in my lungs coming out in sharp ragged gasps

"Amber, please! Just come back inside! She means nothing to me, I swear!" Mark cried desperately; his deep, loving voice so close to drawing me back. Trying to, but not again. I can't go back to him, not after this. He's gone too far, for the third time. no, he won't ever have me in his arms again. He didn't just break my heart this time.

He shattered it.

He cheated on me for a 3rd fucking time. 3rd. Time. I was such an idiot to stay with him. He caused me so much god damned stress.

3 months earlier...

"Mark! I'm home!" I yelled as I opened the front door, smiling at the keys in my hand. Just the memory of him giving me a key to his house made my heart flutter like a hummingbird's wings. I thought I heard Mark in the kitchen and started to move towards it. Stepping into the archway, I gazed into the kitchen. The smile that had been on my lips faded quickly, and what I saw made my heart sink.

"Oh, it's just you, Amber." Her eyes rolled back in disgust as she let out a heavily annoyed groan.

"Jasmin...wha...why are you in my house?" My voice was shaky, almost weak sounding. Like all hope and joy had been ripped from my life.

Before she could even mutter a single thing, out came Mark from the master bedroom. He had nothing but his loose hanging basketball shorts on, looking like he had just finished an intense workout. He was glistening in sweat, still panting slightly as his expression changed from joy and satisfaction to terror and guilt.

This, this was the first bond to be broken. Loyalty was broken.