Freyah Kent:
I stepped off the bus and luckily Henry's apartment isn't too far away from the stop.
An odd feeling was coming over me, I don't usually step foot in Henry's apartment, I mean I have been in it a few times but never really when the sun is still shining.
I enter the lobby and greet the lovely old man behind the counter. I tell him who I want to see and if it were possible to hand me one of the spare keys or something because I sort of want to surprise Henry and no juts knock on the door, ya know?
He smiled up at me and said that for a lovely young lady like me he could make an exception. We take the elevator together up the fifth floor where Henry's apartment is. He leaves me once we reach the door and he opens it for me. I thank him once again before I step in hearing the ding of the elevator knowing that I was alone.
I walked into the place remembering how it looked like. Not wanting to ruin the surprise, even if he knew that I was supposed the come.
I made my way around the simple floor of the living room and kitchen not finding him there. I walked down the little corridor following the way to his room hearing sounds resonate from his room.
I took cautious steps as I neared the door. The unmistakable sounds of moans and groans filling the air as I approached the door.
"Yes... Henry.. yes.. just there."
Holding my breath and preparing myself for what I was about to see on the other side of the door. I pushed it open the sounds matching the actions.
Henry was impaling no other than Lucie in his room. I gasped at the sight. I knew deep down that something wasn't right but of course, I looked past it in the name of love and trust.. well that didn't end up great now did it?
Lucie seemed to be the only one that heard me, her eyes meeting mine with a smirk playing on her lips and she started exaggerating her moans, calling out his name. She glanced a few times to the nightstand where the phone was placed making me understand that she had sent the messages to me.
She had planned this all along.
Deciding that I had had enough, I gave her my best glare. I turned on my heals slamming his bedroom door shut knowing that that will get his attention. I had finally reached his front door hearing his footsteps thunder behind me. Speaking up my step trying really hard not to cry keeping my anger built up and not let sadness take over.
"FREYAH!" he yelled behind me but I chose to ignore him.
"FREYAH!" he called out again once we had made it outside.
I felt him grab my elbow, effectively turning me around to face him. He was standing there in his boxers, with no shame in the world. I didn't want to look at him, I feel really stupid right now.
"Let me explain–" he started off but since I was still mad I didn't let him finish.
"Explain?! EXPLAIN?! Explain what exactly? Huh? Explain to me why I found your dick deep into another girl that isn't your girlfriend? Go on, make me laugh."
I crossed my arms over my chest waiting for him to tell me.
"Hum seems like you can't." I snapped after a moment of silence.
I saw his featured turned from guilty to angry.
"You weren't supposed to be here, you were never supposed to see that." He gritted out his hold on my arm tightening.
"So this is not the first time?" I scoffed, trying to wrap my head around all this.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" I asked my voice suddenly went a lot softer.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I chanted in my head.
He rolled his eyes at my question, and I knew straight away that I wouldn't not like the answer.
"You did everything wrong. You are so fucking hard to be with, constantly having nightmares, always catching men's eyes, walking around like the slut that you are. I needed to do so much for you to actually let me fuck you. Three years was way too long. I don't even know why my dad made me be with you in the first place or why he even picked you up off the streets. He should have let you rot in that strip club." he spat at my face.
I couldn't hold the tears back anymore, every word he spoke was like a dagger in my heart.
"You never loved me, did you? You only went to with me because I was good at what I did, I was easy to manipulate and your dad wanted you to have a stable image to give to the gang so that they wouldn't think that you were incapable. Wow, I didn't think you were that stupid. Clearly I was wrong. I can't believe I trusted you."
The tears kept coming but I was doing my best to keep them in, I don't want to show him how hurt I am, I need to keep a strong face.
"Listen here you little ginger bitch. I never loved you, I understand half of the words you are saying because of that fucking annoying accent. I never understood why my father picked you to be the one to be my girlfriend. For a while, yes I did have a fraction of feelings for you but it was just lust. Look at you, women are only good for one thing and that is to shut their mouths and be fucked. To be at the beck and call of the men that own them."
I lifted my hand up and never have I ever slapped someone so hard in my life.
"Fuck you, Henry! I'm not a toy and I am certainly not going to be your little bitch for the rest of my life, I will no longer be controlled by a so Called man that thinks he's all mighty when he can't even live without a woman in his life. I can't believe I didn't realise all this before. You are right, it wasn't love, it never was it was just lust. Now you can go fuck yourself. We are done, well we never really were anything to star off with."
I started walking away when I thought of something else and turned back around.
"Oh, and by the way, you had a small dick and you can go fuck yourself again because I quit the mission. Good luck with getting information on him now." I smiled sweetly at him even if I knew that my face was red and puffy and I probably looked like shit and all.
I ran off, barefooted because these heels were a nightmare. I think I might have cut my foot in the process of running off but I didn't care. I went past a liquor store and right now getting drunk as fuck seemed like an incredible plan. Granted, it takes a lot to get me drunk, like proper drunk.
I stepped into the store getting a few curious glances from the people in the store who were a majority of men that all looked like there were homeless or not far from it. Their gazes made me feel uncomfortable so I quickly grabbed what I knew would get me drunk and headed straight for the till.
I placed on the counter the three bottles of Jack, the cheapest whiskey they had as well as a few bottles of red wine because that shit gets me super drunk and I don't know why. White wine is totally fine and I can handle strong liquor but you put red wine in the mix and I sing like a bird.
I paid and left walking around the town until I found a spot that would be great for drinking without being a public nuisance. Once I found the perfect place, I sat my self on a bench in a hidden place of the park and popped the first bottle open, that was soon followed by another, and another until I only had two bottles left. Bearing in mind I bought eight bottles.
It had become dark now and it was only now that I have realised that my phone had been ringing non-stop for over an hour. I was too engrossed in drinking and crying that I completely forgot I actually had a job.
I saw that in fact, I had a packet of missed calls not only from the shit head but from Mr sexy green eyes. I put my shoes back on with a new mission to get to work. Letting the empty bottles fall on the ground and shatter making me wince at the noise. I started walking but since I was in no actual state to walk in 5-inch heels I face planted.
I rolled on my back for a few minutes feeling throwing pain in my hands and knees. I sat up to see the damage which was hard since it was dark out. Putting the pain aside I stood back up to find that I had broken a heel in the process.
I cursed loudly seeing as nobody was there and limped my way out of the park and onto the main street. My vision was blurry, I tried to remember where I was so that I could make my way to the Exodus and not get fired or receive the rage of my new boss.
I ended up at the club, god knows how with a box of pizza in my hand with me stuffing my face and moaning at each bite. I came across the looks of a lot of people who saw me and I saw my reflection in a window restaurant, I sure would scare more than one person with the way I looked.
My mascara had left streaks down my cheeks, my hair was a mess and it had a few twigs and leaves from when I feel. I was barefooted, dirt on them as well as my legs and forearms. There was a slight rip on the back of my dress and my knees were scratched and bloody and I could feel the sting in my hands, the two bottle I had left balanced under my arms.
I stepped into the club and made my way to the locker rooms to put my broken shoes down and attempt to make myself presentable.
This should be an interesting performance.
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