Envy, trust, fabrication, deception, betrayal ... can love thrive with depraved intentions skulking at every corner?
Can a relationship survive the turmoil of a begrudged heart?
Will Axle locate his love? Will Eric and Shelly sail off into the sunse...
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Chloe
Selena... she's become the thorn in my side constantly shedding my skin causing rivulets of blood to flume, staining my skin, reopening wounds time after time again. She's the shadow of an unwanted reminder of hell, residing not only in my mind but in front of my devastated eyes.
I'm unsure if I can observe Selena or harken her shrill voice any longer. Texts ping and calls summon Axle at all hours of the day and night, imploring for food runs, or baby necessities before their arrival, tending to her every whim. Being the man that he is, he's inclined to tolerate her and her insane requests for the sake of his child.
She beckons to inform him of every appointment she has which is understandable, he deserves to attend and bear witness to the growth of his unborn baby. She even drags him along to make purchases of furniture and clothing for both her dormitory and his.
It's overwhelming, it's heartbreaking to observe the baby's room develop into the dream nursery it's become. She's materialized at Axles home, at all hours of the day, attempting to settle in a shameless attempt to stake her ground in his life. As if it's her place to remain by his side now.
The baby... every time I see her enlarged stomach, it's like a harpoon through my heart, seizing it mid beat. I'm hyper vigilant to her actions, when placing a hand on her rounded belly, caressing it while sitting or standing and can't help but ponder the sensation it would cause.
It's tortuous monitoring her flaunt her rotund stomach around the house or even at the office. Axle and I have attempted to reconnect on numerous occasions however, her incessant presence hinders our progress. The constant reminder that she will give him exactly what was torn from our grasp assassinates every bit of hope I possess day by day.
She even had the audacity to show up to a lunch he'd arranged for us at that Italian restaurant we had our little rendezvous in, in the bathroom months ago. She's omnipresent, infiltrating every moment we attempt to partake in.
Is this what our life will be like? US, attempting to have our moments together while she does everything in her power to halt any progress? Will she use the baby to slither a wedge between us? Will she endeavor to gain Axles attention using her baby- their baby, as leverage?
Ugh! I renounce any thoughts of her to infiltrate my mind anymore, I've decided to surprise Axle for lunch, with the expectation we will have the ability to consume a meal sans Selena. When she is cognizant Axle and I have an arrangement, she "surprisingly" makes an appearance to ruin what advancement, if any, we have achieved.
Shaking out the image of the whore with Axle in my tormented mind, I conclude a surprise visit is warranted. Jumping in the shower, I cleanse myself of vile thoughts as I infuse my hair with coconut cleanser and wash my body with coconut scented soap.
The steamy water seared my flesh into rosy hues, welcoming the hot sting of pain instead of the horrid images in my mind.
Dressed in a blue off the shoulder, long sleeve sweater with gray skinny jeans, I compliment the look with over the knee thigh high boots. I complete my look with minor makeup to conceal the reminisce of proof of my horrible experience and head out the door.
