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ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜɪs:
I turned the ignition off and sat in my car for awhile, listening to the radio.
Sadly, I wasn't in the mood for walking and I wanted Christopher to come lift me off my feet.
Nonetheless, I grabbed my bags and made my route into the house. I kicked my heels off as soon as I stepped in and randomly tossed my coat anywhere.
I lounged in the living room for a minute to play with the dogs and eat a quick snack. I really wanted something better than leftovers, but it was going to have to work, because I was tired as hell.
I grabbed my heels and belongings and quietly crept into our room, seeing Chris laid out. But I looked closer in the bed and found a figure lying next to him.
Chuckling ever so lightly, I moved closer to the stranger in my bed. It really was a woman. A half naked woman.
I quietly shuffled my heels back on and searched in the closet for a few clothes, stuffing them into a duffle bag. I will definitely be back to get all my shit.
I paced over to Chris and shook him violently. I tried to control my emotions, but the tears beat me to the race. They were coming down so fast and I didn't know how to stop them.
Chris flashed his eyes open at me and smiled, but quickly closed them and cursed under his breath when the woman behind him shuffled and called out to him.
"This what we doing now?"
"Baby." Chris sighed as he climbed out of the bed and rushed over to me. He tried embracing me and kissing my cheek, but I wasn't having it. I broke from his grasp and hurried downstairs.
"Fuck you, Chris." I finally yelled and stormed out of the house.
•••
I laid in the guest bedroom of my sister's home, gazing at the ceiling in the dark. Occasionally, a tear would make a path down my cheek and land onto the soft pillow.
I really wondered why it was me who was crying. I didn't do anything. I didn't cause the pain nor heartbreak.
My phone lit up in the dark, scaring me a little. I snatched it from the nightstand and there was a text message from Christopher himself.
Chris: im so fucking sorry babe. can u please pick up the phone so we can talk?
• 3:46 A.M.
: For you to text me or call me 5 hours after the fact shows me how much you actually care.
• 3:51 A.M.
Chris : it wasn't intentional. I just needed to get myself together.
• 3:52 A.M.
: Because you're the one that just got cheated on? Goodnight, Chris.
• 3:55 A.M.
Chris : (missed call) : (missed call) : (missed call) : you know I didn't mean it like that. : (missed call) : babe
• 4:12 A.M.
I powered my phone off so I wouldn't receive anymore texts from him. What a fucked up night.
∞ (edited 08/13/17)
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