The Damaged Woman (18+) [Under Edition]

8. Longing.

Khushi.

I watch him walk away without a word. The hurt is beyond anything I had ever felt, after what we shared a moment ago. I couldn't help but think it was my fault, the guilt consume me slowly.

Tears brim in my eyes, blinking them away. I pull the sheet over my exposed body.

I feel used, yet I never felt so turned on in my life. I never crave for something so much, my body literally aches. I cross my legs to repress it.

I hear the shower running, it took everything I have not to confront him. I try to compose myself.

He doesn't want you anymore.

The thought is enough to get my head out of the gutter. It was just a one night stand to him, I should've known.

You stupid, stupid girl.

He is rich, handsome, and devilishly seductive. He could have anyone he wanted. I can't believe I fell for it.

I was too caught up in the feeling, the emotion, the pleasure. I fell hard, and gave him what he wanted.

I toss the sheet aside. It's time for me to leave. I unzip my bag at the side of the bed, putting on the first thing I could find.

I search the room for pen and paper to make him aware of my departure.

I pull open the night stand, and my heart drop. The draw is fill to the brim with condoms.

So, this is where he brought his flings.

I snort at the irony. I wasn't special at all, he was here with other women on this bed.

My eyes fall onto the untouched pill atop.

"Sir, strictly instructed that you take these to-um, to prevent unwanted accidents."

Realization drawn on me. I quickly down the pill, it slides down my throat with no difficulty. It is quite small, there is no after taste much to my relief. I hate pills.

It didn't take me long to find a note pad, and a pen. I jot down some words of gratitude, a tear drip down my chin.

I grab my bag. I hurry out of the warm massive house into the cold dead night not the woman I was before.

The road is lonely and dark at every corner. The moon is the only source of light. I couldn't recognized where I was, there is trees and mountain range stretching from miles. The relentless wind blow my hair around, goosebumps arise on my skin.

Fear wrap it's claws around my neck, suffocating me. My heart race, suddenly I didn't feel cold anymore just scared.

I walk until I couldn't feel the soles of my feet. The black of the night fades. The sun rises over the horizon, flashing vibrantly across the sky.

I sit on the nearest park bench. The moment I reach closer to the city, I took the bus to the cheapest motel I knew and book a room.

The room is small though bigger than what I'm use to. The bed sheets were stained, the room reeks, the bathroom is unsanitary. I lift the toilet lid with my foot. The residue of pee crust the bowl, the water looks dirty.

I scrunch up my nose. This is a horrible place to stay, but I use every dime I had left. I didn't expect anything less, it is affordable.

I ring the front desk. The bored voice of a woman enters the receiver. "Yes."

"Hi, I just checked in a moment ago. Is it okay for me to get another room?"

The loud pop of gum echoes from the other end. "$1000 more." She chews.