• Mirjam •
I've had a good life. A nice family home. Parents who only wanted the best for me.
A nice and almost perfect fiancé. I followed my passion and never looked back.
Until I went to far.
I got abducted and tortured in Afghanistan. Held by ter...
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• Mirjam •
"Are you serious Adam!?" I stare in shock while my now ex-fiance scrambles off the bed, trying to find something to hide his pathetic naked body with. "You couldn't even wait for the one year mark before you started fucking around? Really? And with my best friend? Really?!"
I'm shaking with anger, how could he do this to me, how could she do this to me? How could he fuck someone else while I was in the middle of nowhere, being tortured by god knows who? How could he do this to me.
"I thought you were dead baby! Can you blame me? You were gone for months!" His excuses are just as pathetic as the rest of him. I can't even look at him or my so called best friend who is sitting on the bed behind him. Two people I trusted the most, fucking each others brains out while I was dying. Typical.
"Mir-" Elizabeth tries, clumsily trying to cover her breasts with the thin blanket. "Don't. Just fucking don't. I'm done. Let me get my stuff." I walk to the walk-in closet and notice that all my clothes are missing.
"Where is my stuff Adam?" my voice is shaking. I turn around and want to vomit when I see the guilty look on the face of my ex-fiance. "I couldn't look at them anymore babe. I had to get them out. I rented a locker and-" before he can finish his line, I punch him in the face. Sadly, it's not enough to break his nose but good enough to start the blood flowing. "Give me the key and the bill. I will pay you pack."
Adam shakes his head but I stop him. "I don't want to owe you shit. I don't know you anymore and from now on you mean nothing to me. Same goes for you" I stare at my so called best friend. We were friends since kindergarten. Fucking kindergarten. We braided each others hair for fucks sake. How the hell did we go from braiding each others hair to fucking each others fiance?
I walk out of my old bedroom and walk down the stairs. I can hear Adam pleading in the background but I ignore him. I need to get out of here.
A normal person might cry in this situation but I learned that life can give you so much more pain than finding the so called love of your life hammering into your best friend.
I slam the front door shut after throwing the house key on the floor and walk to my truck. Before starting the engine I call my mom.
Almost immediately she answers the phone. "Did you know?" I demand while turning on the engine and speeding out of the driveway. "I'm sorry sweetheart.." I'm done. I don't need this shit.
"I'm leaving. I will call you when I've calmed down but mom. Right now? I don't need this. I need to leave. Don't look for me. Bye."
I throw the phone on the seat next to me and speed up when I hit the lonely highway. Maybe I will die, crash into a car. Life is unpredictable and only now I realize I need to make the best of it. Because this unpredictable life, is also short as fuck.
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A/N if you're not reading the first book "Mayhem" of this series you may not know, but I will only post the prologue for now. When the first book of this series is finished, I will continue with this one.
