Cheaters (completed)

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten
Packing my clothes into a trash bag because it's all I have, Chanel and I are trying to be positive about the whole thing. Her encouragement is helping. It may take a while but I'll see the light eventually.
"I don't know how he did it but the fact that you will have a new apartment tomorrow freshly painted says a lot."
"He's nice but he's my boss." Hiding the truth sucks but I can't say more than I have now. I don't like keeping secrets from her but I can't tell her everything that has happened between Travis and I. "The new bed and couch should be delivered on time. The rest I can deal with later."
"I got you a new bedding set on Amazon. We should receive it today."
I hadn't thought about it yet. "You shouldn't have." My mind is like a hurricane right now. Everything is at full speed, I don't know if I'm sad, happy or simply hanging in there. I feel like I have destroyed all of what I had in life by kicking him out but then I remember, I wasn't his only conquest. I deserve so much better.
"Yes, I had to because you threw away the ones you had."
I laugh. It's true, I did. All of my sheets are gone. I couldn't picture me in bed with Justin or him with her. Now, that's gone. New beginnings are tough but worth it.
"Thank you. You're the best."
"By Monday you will be feeling at home again and I think the change of scenery will help."
I nod. Chanel is right and I hope I'll deal well with all the changes.
The bed is already sold and gone and the couch is due to leave tomorrow. The kitchen table, the bedroom furniture, and a few small pieces are coming with me. My parents are bringing home the bed and furniture from the guest room. I can't wait to see them but I feel bad about the long drive here and back.
"Has he tried to contact you at all?"
I shake my head. "No, it's better that way but it's like I'm grieving the loss of someone. Justin isn't dead but it feels like it." I take a few seconds to control myself. "I don't want to be heartbroken but I am."
"Will, it's normal. Don't hate yourself over this, you aren't made of steel." Hugging me, I let myself crack into her arms. Not holding anything back anymore, my emotions get the best of me. It feels good to let it go. Slowly, Chanel lowers us onto the floor, she holds me while I cry every single tear within me.
This is worse than I thought it would be.
***
It has been two days since I moved into my new apartment and three days since I last talked with Travis.
I did call him three days ago but he was in a meeting. At least that's what the text I received after said. He hasn't called back or texted back since. Weird. Travis was the one who insisted on keeping in touch and now he's doing the opposite.
Sitting in the middle of my new bed, my flowery bed sheets are twisted around my legs and my comforter was thrown down the bed. I guess I had an agitated night. A week off turned out to be exactly what I needed. Within two days, I have accepted my fate and started a new path. This is how it's going to be.
My parents came and left. Their support is endless and although they wished Justin was the one, they understood that I couldn't marry a cheater.  Everyone does, from what my mama told me. I haven't spoken to anyone yet outside of Chanel and my parents.
All of the cancellations have been taken care of by Justin, to my surprise. He did everything, or almost, by himself. The only detail I have to take care of is my gown. It is still at the store and I'll need to pick it up eventually. Not today or this week, I'm not ready. I have imagined myself in my gown so many times, it sucks that I won't be wearing it. Ever.
As I roll out of bed and stretch my legs and arms, a grin appears on my face at the sight of my new decorations. Chanel has taken care of everything. She created my own personal paradise. It started with the floral bedding, then cute frames with motivating quotes and a pair of turquoise curtains. Everything is perfect. Feminine, young and me. A little girly but that's fine. I'm a single woman living by myself, I can do whatever I want.
I remove the single piece of fabric on my skin, my panties and go for a shower singing so loud I bet my neighbors can hear every single word and sing along.
Who knew I could sing like Selena Gomez? "Oh, for fuck sake... Am I singing her song because she isn't with Justin anymore?" How lame am I?
Justin.
Shit.
I know I'm about the cry. It's coming from deep, at the bottom of my heart.
"Shit!" I yell like a crazy woman and almost slip down the shower floor.
I have to get a hold of myself. Shower, get dressed and a long walk outside, this is what I need to focus on. A long walk in Soho while I pretend I'm still in Malibu. If this makes me happy, then, I'm going with it.
Travis will come around someday or he'll reach out on Facebook. Our time together was real, I don't think he would forget about me and move on. Work must be challenging him or keeping him too busy. After all, he didn't work much when we were together. As a vice-president, I bet he has a mountain of work to catch up on.
Without too many tears, I manage to go outside and walk my way to Central Park and back home. It isn't anything like Malibu but it feels good. Living my life the way I damn well please is my new motto.
This is how I decide to spend my week off. Sleeping in, taking long walks, getting a manicure and pedicure and cutting my hair a tiny bit. A new tattoo came up on my to-do list but I crossed it off. My last one hasn't even healed yet. Instead, I got a tiny diamond on my nose. I love it.
There are times where I think life is too hard on me but there are other times where I'm loving every second of it. I can't say that I'm emotionally stable. The struggle is real. Justin is gone, the reality is sinking in and I'm learning to deal with my new situation. There is also Travis. I miss him a lot. His voice, smile, cologne, all of it. I can't go on like this without mentioning his kisses. Lord, that man is the best kisser ever.
I miss him but I'm trying to wait for him to contact me. It has been days now but I'm not losing hope.