Fuck today.
These were the only two words I had in mind as tears drenched my cheeks and I ran from my now ex boyfriends apartment to my own.
I've done this walk hundreds of times so it should feel like nothing, but I did not anticipate the weight that now lays heavy on my shoulders from the sight that cursed my eyes just moments before.
I had plans with this guy, I mean I know it sounds cliche but I had hoped to marry him. We had been together for 4 years, but now all of that is in the trash since he decided to cheat on me with his fellow teacher, MRS Aubrey Wilson. Yes, Mrs, as in my ex is garbage who broke my trust with a married woman.
My phone had been ringing nonstop since I left his house. Not wanting to talk to him I turn off my phone and shove it back into my pocket.
My friends all warned me about Greyson. They told me repeatedly that they didn't trust him. I know this makes it my fault since I had no trouble dismissing their worries and trusting him anyway.
As I neared my apartment complex I slowed down my pace and walked the rest of the way, already feeling drained from the constant sobs that left my mouth. I entered the building quickly, walking towards the elevator and hitting the 8th floor button fast. When the doors opened again I exited and started towards my apartment. I got to my door, unlocked it as fast as I could and slammed it behind me.
How could he do this to me? We had been through so much. I even had suspicions about him and Aubrey but he reassured me every time that they were just friends and that he would never do anything like that to me. I'm so stupid.
Without even having time to dwell too long on the events that just happened, I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and texted my best friend Madeline,
Amelia: I want to go out I typed quickly and immediately sent it. I already knew I didn't need to explain myself, she would just ask later when I was ready to talk.
Madeline: FINALLY. She answered back within minutes, knowing damn well I never ask to go out, especially to get drunk.
Amelia: Can you pick me up?
Madeline: Yes! i'll be there at 11:)
It was 9:43pm now so I had about an hour and a half to get ready. I'm not usually the type to get dolled up but tonight I just wanted to feel good about myself, since I clearly wasn't good enough for Greyson.
I throw my phone on my couch and walk to my bathroom deciding to take a shower. I turn it on and let it heat up before stripping off my clothes and stepping in, immediately feeling a little better. I know it isn't healthy to repress things but I need to forget about what happened before I let it overpower me, which is exactly what tonight is for.
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An hour has passed making it 10:46pm, 14 minutes before Madeline gets here. I'll be honest, I look hot. I have on a black lace bodysuit, high-waisted black skinny jeans, and my heeled black boots. My eye makeup is a little darker than usual, complimenting my blue eyes. My hair is down in its natural curls that I've learned to love and I feel great, besides the fact that I have a hole where my heart used to be.
My mind keeps drifting back to Greyson, making it hard to relax. I wish I never met him.
Deciding to pre-game a little bit, I go to the pantry in my kitchen and grab the tequila that hides on the second shelf. I take two swigs before cringing and deciding two shots was enough for now. Placing the bottle back on the shelf, I close the pantry door as my phone dings notifying me of a text I just received.
