As I drove home, I thought about my life and the way it had turned upside-down in the last couple of months. Everything had been perfect until the day one of my friends came up to me and told me that she had seen Grayson with another girl.
I didn’t believe it at first; telling myself she had probably mistaken him for someone else. It didn’t even cross my mind that it could have been possible; I truly believed that he had loved me more than anything.
But she had insisted that it had been him, and soon all of my friends were trying to convince me to break up with him. Of course I was still in denial and refused to even acknowledge the possibility of his infidelity. I actually started to think that they were all just jealous of our relationship. And after they had gotten particularly adamant, after I had become convinced that they were wrong and we were fighting more than we were talking, that’s when I decided to cut them out of my life.
Doing that was probably the second biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life, the first being falling for Grayson. I was too stupid to see that back then; I thought that he was all I ever needed; my boyfriend, my lover and my best friend all wrapped up in one.
But two weeks ago, I saw how blind I actually was. I still couldn’t think about all of the other, random girls I saw him with. The way he would look at them, the exact same way he had always looked at me, made me feel sick to my stomach.
I wanted to break up with Grayson the moment I saw him making out with some girl at a coffee shop. I wanted him to suffer just as much as I did, and that’s when I realized that the best thing to do was wait and formulate my revenge. Surprisingly, it didn’t take that long for me to figure something out, because the only thing he loved more than anything, and he didn’t even try to hide it, was his car. It was a Land Rover and it was probably more expensive than my house.
So I snuck into his house while during the afternoon and, as quietly as I could, I tore his baby to pieces with every tool I could find in his garage.
I actually thought I was going to feel guilty for destroying his car, but truthfully, I had felt better and better with every single blow, especially for the brief moments that I imagined doing the exact same thing to his face. After the scene in the bar, I decided that I never want to see him again.
Before, we had made plans to move in together, into the apartment that I had bought two months previously. Obviously, that wasn’t happening anymore.
When I got back to my parents’ house, I found my mom and dad, not surprisingly, cuddled up in each other’s arms on the couch. They’d always been attached at the hip.
My mom saw me and kissed my dad on the cheek before getting up, walking over to me and pulling me in one of her warm hugs that always managed to make me feel better.
“How did it go, honey?” She asked and smiled at me sadly when we finally pulled away from each other. I had told my parents that I was breaking up with Grayson tonight and they were both very choked because our relationship had been so great at first, and he had managed to win them over.
“It went better than I thought.” I told both of them honestly and then smiled at the memory of Grayson’s face when I was done singing the song for him.
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” I said, giving her and then dad a hug and a kiss on the cheek before going up to my room and crying over the guy that had broken my heart. It was my last night in this house and I promised myself that it was going to be the last time I ever shed a tear for Grayson Watson.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt so much better than I had the night before. I knew that it would be the day when my life would finally, actually, start. I was moving out of the house that I had been living in for the past nineteen years and moving into my own apartment in a new city, not to mention moving on from the first boyfriend I had ever loved and the first one who had taken that love and crushed it in his fist.
I was a little scared to be that far away from my parents, but I was also extremely excited to be on my own and ready to meet new people, and make new friends.
This was it. This was my blank slate.
I stood in front of my apartment’s front door, holding my bag and the two boxes of stuff I had packed from my now-old room this morning. I carefully placed the boxes on the ground and fumbled to find the keys that I had slipped into my bag earlier. When I finally found them, I unlocked the door, picked up my boxes, and carried everything through the doorway, taking my shoes off before stepping into the living room.
Immediately, a huge grin spread across my face as I took a look at my new home. To me, it was absolutely beautiful. A feeling of pride welled up inside me, a pride that came with the manifestation of everything I had worked my ass off for, not to mention the knowledge that everything in here belonged, solely, to me.
I was officially independent.
The apartment was actually quite big, despite having only one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. The walls were white, the color of my blank slate. I stared at them and mulled over painting ideas in my head, but my mind moved to leaving them bare. I thought about how my mom’s paintings would really stand out against the crispness of the white.
I looked around the room, at all the deceivingly expensive-looking furniture I had purchased at IKEA, and sighed with an elated contentment.
I unpacked my two boxes in record time, and was thinking about going grocery shopping, when someone knocked on my front door. I smiled, thinking that it was probably one of my new neighbors.
I walked over and opened the door, my smile instantly disappearing at the sight of the person standing in front of me.
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Before He Cheats (Watty Awards 2011)Romance
After breaking up with her long time boyfriend, Rhiannon Palmer decides to move alone in a new apartment in the city. She thinks that she can just forget about everything and start a new life, but what happens when her ex-boyfriend shows up at her d...