From Me to Us

Prologue

OLIVIA

My heart races and I feel like I can't breathe properly. This is not happening.

I feel hands on me but I don't know who they belong to. It's probably him touching me. I try to brush his hands off but his grip tightens on me and I think he's talking but I can't hear a word he's saying.

I know what is happening right now can't be real. He wouldn't do this. Not to me. Not after all the fucking bullshit that he's put me through. The way he's treated me and how I've always come back to him and acted as if all is forgiven, that has to count for something. That has to show him how much I love him. He came at me and demanded to know if I did what he is doing to me right now. He was furious at even the thought of me doing this. How hypocritical now that I'm standing here after just walking in on...

I thought he loved me.

He knows how much you love him but he still did what he did. Probably with no remorse or care for you at all. He doesn't love you.

A voice in my head whispers.

He knew and he didn't care. He's never cared about you. It was all a lie. Why would he be with you out of all the girls he can have?

Shut up.

You knew this yet you stayed, believed his lies and look where that's gotten you. You trust no one in this world. That's what mom has always taught you, yet you ignored it when it came to him.

Shut up, I think I shout. The hands that were on me now leave my body and I slowly look up.

He's still shirtless, his eyes soft as he stares at me. Probably from pity. I don't want his goddamn pity.

I stand and stare at him.

"Liv, please." He pleads but I put my hand up when he steps towards me. "Whatever you're thinking, this isn't it. You have to believe me."

I'm not even listening to what else he has to say to me. It's all irrelevant. I know where I stand. All I have to do is walk out the door and not look back.

My legs don't move though. I just stare around the room and see all the mess. Wishing this wasn't happening right now. Anything but this.

"Liv." He whispers and it breaks me from my stupor and I swing my body towards the door and march down the two flights of stairs.

All the guys in the living room stop their laughter when I storm past them. The perplexed look on their faces tell me they might not have known about my – whatever he is now – secret indiscretions. At least that's something.

I hear him yell after me but it doesn't stop me. Nothing will now.

Wet tears stain my face and it makes me all the more angrier at myself. For letting him in and letting my guard down. I knew he was trouble but I stayed because I was curious. Curious of him. Of intimacy with a man. It made me weak and I'll never forgive myself for it.

Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck them all.