Started With A Disaster

2: How to Get Stuck With a Jerk

The thing was that I couldn't shake away the image of Alex and Veronica in my head.

I had barely managed to finish my extra-class in school and walked out towards Alex's car in the parking lot. At that time, I had only wanted to surprise him so I tiptoed towards his car and opened the back door-he always fell asleep waiting for me. However, you can easily say that it was me who was absolutely surprised, or more like traumatized.

Alex was above her and that skank had her legs draped around his, both of them completely naked. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. My boyfriend looked up at the opened door and stared at me dazed. Somewhere between whispering, "Alex.." and glaring murderously at the girl, I heard my boyfriend saying, "Emily....you should go."

And stupidly enough, I'd closed the car-door and walked away, without saying another word, heartbroken and ashamed. I had cried the whole way home not knowing how to take a break-up, confused that if it even was a breakup.

I screamed again.

How could I have been so, so stupid? I should have just pulled off that bitch's hair. I should have murdered Alex right there and then. I should have. I could have.

But I didn't.

I kicked the house that was on my right as I passed through and started running. As I did, I couldn't help but let the waterworks flow. How long had he been cheating on me? Why would he cheat on me with Veronica? Veronica?! Hadn't she done enough with my life? Hadn't she done enough? I cried as I ran. Did she sleep with him on purpose? Because she wanted to ruin me again? Why? Why does she hate me so much anyway? Why.. Just why?!

After what seemed like hours of self-inquiry and running, I finally reached an empty ground, panting for breath.

After my breathing turned to normal, I looked around myself and noticed that I was standing right in front of a house that had just broken down.

Seeing the long pieces of woods stuck with cement and dust made me cringe. There were dust-or was it smoke?-rising from the huge pile centered on the area. Was there a fire here? I took few steps towards the source of sour and fiery heat and as I'd previously suspected, smoke mixed with yellow dust rose from the dark ashes and remains. As I started seeing these things, I started noticing the other smaller details of the place-the clothes thrown around from a huge plank of wood and shards of mirrors on them,-a wardrobe, I guessed-another wooden board and torn copies of Harry Potter Series, and unmistakably, a small pink blanket with the words Daddy's little girl on it.

I started to panic.

Oh no. Oh no. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't be standing on the ruins of earthquake.

I turn backwards.

And I see the most horrifying scene in my life. The house-which I had previously kicked in desperation-had enormous cracks in it. And by enormous, I really mean enormous, from bottom to the top, left to right, horizontal and vertical cracks.

I scrambled towards the broken house again, only because there was nowhere else to go and coughed because of the smoke. My eyes watered. As I tried to get to the safest and most un-horrifying spot available in the fragment, my eyes shifted around other cracked and destroyed houses, I looked to my left and right frantically. Finally my eyes got used to the atrocious surrounding. I could, well, not clearly, but better than before.

And there, exactly there at the scene of a broken house, between the harsh smolder and dust and scrambled home was where I first saw him.

Him.

My savior. My knight in shining armor. My hero.

Of course at that precise moment, I didn't know he was going to be such a huge influence in life. The only thought that went through my head was this: