Lia
That feeling as if you got hit by a love arrow, so scared yet you are having dirty thoughts, there like a demon waiting for that moment, even if that moment was talking to a supposedly divorced guy you were in love with years ago.
"Hello, Venn?" His voice got soft like he was talking to his baby.
My mind still couldn't accept what I was doing, what urge I had suppressed all these days. And what I had brought into my life was a manwhore who manipulates me. And a stupid love never chases to the end of the world.
"Hi, how have you been?" I asked with the sweetest voice I had.
"I told you not to touch my phone. Mom has made dinner for you. Up you go. Haha. Gosh, girl, you picked up an unknown number, huh?"
"Hello? Sorry, could you repeat what this call is about?" He spoke.
A few words were enough to crush all my expectations into thin air. Life sucks, there's no way around it. I cut the call, staring at the bra lying around, which I never wore. Why is it here then? For god's sake, it's my home, my freaking home.
I threw my phone across, not being able to control my frustrations. I slept on the floor, counting cracks on my wall. Just like them, the emptiness in me only grew with time.
I'm a fool who never learns. Toxic to the end. I don't need any warmth.
" What if he is a dad?"
"Doesn't mean he is the dad?"
"Maybe he is married. Or not."
"Hey! Babe," my current boyfriend and everyone else's is here.
I stared at it. I already had a crappy day, it just kept getting worse, I threw this bra at his face.
"What? You wanna play? Were you hungry, you would throw your bra at me?" He asked, smirking, walking up to me.
"It's not mine," I yelled at him.
"Then who? Are you planning a threesome?" He laughed. Ugh, he never changed. Back when I had a crush, he was a completely different person, not garbage.
"Get out!" I spoke with anger, crushing my nails against my palm, and it's almost about to bleed. Where did things go wrong?
"What are you saying?" He stopped moving.
"I know you have other girlfriends," I replied cluthing my hand free, even though that wasn't the reason.
"It's not like that, we are just friends, honey," he spoke as if he really liked me.
"Friends don't sleep together." I glanced at the bra.
"Are you doubting me because of that bra? It's probably yours, and you forgot you bought it." He tried to walk closer.
"It's not even my size. You should really stop that act. I knew it long before today. I thought you would change, but no, losers never change." I spoke a bit of frustration, even though I don't care one bit about him.
"How? Well, I might slept once with my ex, it's just a relapse. You can't dump me because of that." He spoke with tears in his eyes. It wasn't once or with one. This isn't going to work.
"I.. I thought you loved me. If you still love me and promise to be together, I want you to marry me, and that's going to make me feel safer." I spoke, crying.
"Huh? Marry you?" he asked, surprised.
"Well, you said you loved me, not your ex," I replied, wiping my tears.
"I do love you, baby, but listen, I think you need time to heal from what has just happened," he said, trying to console me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Let's take some time off, be refreshed, and start over." He spoke, wow the audacity of that guy.
"Alright," I replied and nodded. He gave me a tissue and walked back.
That went better than I thought.
A month later, I got things together. It wasn't easy. I kept crying and locked myself up like a prisoner, but in the end, the story was already over. Vick was married, and Venn was his daughter. Nothing could change that.
I quit that job and kicked out my boyfriend's stuff. Starting today, I will start fresh in my new company. After multiple interview stages, I got selected.
It's a huge building all under the YK group of companies.