Short Stories

Cut Thread

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An invisible red thread connects those who are destine to me regardless of the time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch and tangle but will never break.

I get up dreading having to go to work. The only good part about work is that I get to spend time with my girlfriend. I could not even begin to describe how much I loved her. She always made me feel happy and bouncy. She could always find the light in the darkest moments. She made my day brighter. Her little kisses set electricity through my body down to my bones. When she would grab my hand I could feel my heart race. I always feel like my face is tinted red when I'm around her. I just can't help but to love her.

I put on my last sock before standing up to go grab my shoes. I sit down on my couch and bent down to grab them. I slip one on one foot then the other and I was ready to head out. I grabbed my keys from the hook on my way out and shut the door. I walked over to my car but soon remembered that I didn't lock the door. I turn back around face palming myself. I made my way back to the door to lock it then I was actually ready to go. I got in the car and was on my way to Starbucks.

I get through the door and immediately met by Wittney. She wrapped her arms around my waist so I hugged her back. When she pulled away from the hug I grabbed her arms and pulled her closer to me. I then put my hands on her cheeks and leaned in and gave her a kiss. I could feel her smile into the kiss before kissing me back. Once we pulled away from our kiss we went behind the counter. She already had her uniform on unlike me so I slipped mine on. I put my hair up in a messy bun and went to work.

Wendy left work early today but it's okay because she said we could go out on a little date later. I continued working with a smile on my face. Once I finished my shift I took off my apron and hung it on the hook. I went out the door and to my car. I figured it would just be okay if I just went over to Wendy's house. I have an extra key to her house so I could get in whenever I want. I pulled into the driveway and there was a truck that I didn't recognize. I just thought to myself that maybe it was just her dad's truck. I mean she always talked about being close to her father. I also have never seen what he drives so that makes the most sense to me. I thought it wouldn't be a big deal if I just walked in like I usually do.

I turned the door knob to see if it was unlocked or not. Luckily it wasn't so I just opened the door. They weren't in the living room like I was expecting. I stood there for a second before I heard something. What I heard made my heart stop and drop into my stomach. I could feel my eyes start to water as I made my way closer to her bedroom. I was hoping that it wasn't real. Maybe it wasn't what I heard but when I peaked into her room I was slapped in the face with reality. I put my hands over my mouth to keep myself from sobbing to loud. I just walked out of the house and drove home.

I ran into my room and sat on the floor in front of my bed. I tucked my head into my knees. I shut my eyes and was greeted my the horrible sight. Wendy underneath a big strong black guy. Her moaning like I've never heard before. The way she looked so pleased. It all kept replaying in my head, focusing in on how satisfied she looked. I've never been able to make her feel that good. I thought that I made her happy. I mean just this morning when we kissed I could feel her smile. I felt her smile against my lips. Was the smile fake? Did she even like me? Did she not like me because I was a women? Is she straight? Where did I go wrong? Why couldn't I make her feel that good?

As my mind was racing I could feel a tug on my pinky. It didn't stop at just one little tug the tugs kept going and got harsher. It got so harsh that it started to hurt. Not only did my pinky start to hurt but so did my chest. My heart my shattered. It felt like every piece of my shattered heart was stabbing me like a knife. I grabbed my shirt over where the pain was and squinted my eyes forcing out even more tears. I felt a hard jerk on my pinky and looked at my hand. There was a red string tied around my pinky. I could see the string vibrate with every tug. I had never been able to see this thread before now.

I got up and grabbed the scissors off of my desk. I held the up to the now very visible string. I started to cut the thread but it wouldn't cut. I just kept furiously cutting at the thread hoping that it would eventually cut. I screamed feeling like it would help. I open the scissors one last time and shut them slowly. I could hear the string finally give in and I watched the thread fall to the floor. It all happened in slow motion. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, it felt almost freeing. I couldn't feel the sharp pains in my chest anymore. The problem was now I felt like nothing. I just laid down on my bed. I felt empty, like there was nothing to feel. I had stopped crying so I didn't feel sad anymore. I shut my eyes and all I saw was black. I didn't see Wendy in my head anymore. I couldn't hear the moans replaying. I couldn't think of anything. My mind was just blank. I lifted up my hand and looked at my pinky. The read thread was still horribly still visible. I just stared blankly at the carefully tied bow.

I cut myself away from Wendy. I remembered the first time we met and the string seemed to have magically gotten shorter. That was the first time I've seen the red string and now as I stared at my hand I realized this would be the last time.
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