The P.A.

Prolouge

I stood in the doorway of my apartment in an utter storm of emotion. I honestly couldn't tell if my vision was hazy from tears or pure, bitter rage.
They hadn't even heard me enter the flat. 'They' being my boyfriend and the bubbly brunette I'd been dumb enough to believe was just his friend.
It took me a moment to form words as shock rippled throughout my being. But when the giggling, buck naked pair knocked over a picture frame of us off the bedside table I finally snapped out of it, unable to take anymore. I cleared my throat, desperately trying to blink away the moisture building in my eyes.
The bimbo shrieked, yanking my sheets over her bare torso as she rolled off of my boyfriend. He stiffened, staring at me for a moment as if he wasn't really sure I was there.
"You're home early." He spluttered stupidly as I started toward my dresser, digging through it and shoving random articles of clothing into the travel bag hanging on the wall beside it.
He scrambled out of bed, diving for his trunks, no doubt thrown across the room without a thought about me when he'd hopped into bed with his 'buddy'. He approached me as if approaching a wild animal, hands out stretched before him, held steady as if to calm me.
"Back off, Dean." I hissed as I tossed my toiletries into the overstuffed bag.
"Baby, come on, let's just talk about this please!" He slurred, obviously drunk off his ass. No surprise there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the little skank trying to slip out of the bed.
"No, stay!" I said way louder than I'd meant to and she froze, eyes wide. I'd met her a couple times at parties I'd attended with Dean and she'd been all overly nice and chummy. I snorted to myself. So this was why. "I'm leaving so take all the time you need. Just be out by this time tomorrow so when I come get my stuff I don't accidentally lose it and kick your face in."
"Rosemary!" Dean sounded angry. Dean sounded angry.
"Don't 'Rosemary' me," I whipped around, jabbing a finger into his chest and he took a step back. I was the only one allowed to be angry right now. "I should have known. I probably did know and I just didn't want to believe it. I've let you treat me like shit for far too long, Dean. If anyone had reason to cheat it was me." I scoffed. Zipping the bag closed and pulling it to my shoulder.
"Baby, I'm drunk! It was an accident... can we please just talk?" He followed me as I stormed out of the bedroom into the living area. I couldn't believe he was actually trying to defend himself right now.
"Shut it, you fcking asshat. You've been miserable around me for months." I stumbled into the bathroom, my head spinning with a million emotions as tears began to blur my vision, snaking down my cheeks.
"That's not true, I've just been so stressed about school-"
"So then you talk to me about it! Jesus, Dean, that's the point of a relationship." I bit, yanking my toothbrush from its holder and spinning to find him blocking the door.
"I do! You just don't understand my school stuff and-"
"And she does?" My voice cracked. "Or is it that I couldn't afford to go to college so I'm too dumb to understand?"
"No! Jesus, you won't even let me get a word in. I-"
"You don't deserve one. I'm giving you an out so just fcking take it. Now let me go because ending this is long overdue." He stepped aside, a hurt look in his eyes that was beyond laughable. He always had to be the victim and he was damn good at it. I'd learned early on in the almost 3 year relationship that if I brought up something he'd done to upset me I'd always end up apologizing for hurting him by being hurt in the first place. I was done being made to feel guilty for not being happy.
I pushed passed him and snatched my purse and car keys off the hooks where I'd deposited them by the front door before my fateful discovery. I didn't even bother to look back as I opened the door to leave.
"I'll be back around 5 tomorrow to pick up my stuff. The least you could do is not be here when I am." And with that I shut the door behind me making a mad dash down the stairs and to my car just in time for the horror of it all to hit me.
I sat in my car, not even able to turn it on to warm the ice cold air, as sob after sob shook me to the core. I screamed into my hands and pounded the steering wheel as I let myself feel everything I'd built with him slip away. It hurt. I felt betrayed and alone and absolutely empty.
I swore to myself I'd never let a man close enough to destroy me this way again.
And then I sped off into the night, not really knowing where to go.
I just needed to be anywhere but here.

a/n: i literally have a million drafts and an unfinished book but i can't help myself i can't stick to one thing 😭 lets see if i even get passed the prologue on this one 🙃 constructive criticism welcome, as always! mind you, this book will be smutty eventually so read at your own risk 😉
Thanks for reading 🥰
-kissewu