AllFreeNovel
Share Us
We’re done, and that’s on him.
On the walk home, I prepare mentally for the possibility that he hasn’t left.
I slow down a little once I’m close, taking a few moments to steel myself.
All I need to do is tell him to get out.
I don’t need to explain anything. I don’t need to say anything else. I don’t have to listen to anything he has to say. If he won’t leave, I can threaten him with the police.
I can do this. He’ll leave.
When I’m sure my resolve has no cracks in it, I enter the building.
I storm up the stairs to the fourth floor, anger rising as I climb, until I’m fully ready to unleash hell on the asshole who hurt me. I’m so ready to tear a strip out of him that I can’t believe it when I see he’s not inside. His jacket and shoes are gone from the doorway, and the bedroom is empty, the bed unmade.
I’m so mad I can’t think straight. I slap the apartment door shut with a bang, only realizing my fingers are stinging after the sharpness of the sound makes me wince.
Shuddering, I reach out and deadbolt the door.
Every last sliver of rage that was burning through my body seconds ago drains right out of me.
I might have been pissed for a moment that I wouldn’t get to confront that asshole, but it’s better that he isn’t here.
I wanted him gone, and he’s gone. Mission accomplished.
I dump my purse and jacket on the kitchen table, and I let my shoulders sag.
I feel like shit. My head hurts, and my heart aches, and I’m so deflated that I can barely stand.
Emotional burn out, I guess. Haven’t gone through that in a while.
I’ve been up and down a lot, but there was always hope of another upswing before.
Now? I feel like I’ve hit rock bottom, only there is no more up.
Everything’s on one level now. All bad. All the time.
I dig my cell phone out of my purse and call a locksmith.
Ben has a key, and I point-blank refuse to give him a chance to get back in here whenever he wants.
Especially when I might be …
When I might have to …
God, I can’t even think about what I’m supposed to be doing on Saturday without feeling queasy.
The locksmith answers his phone and I agree to pay the extra fee to have him come out straight away to change the lock, then I rattle out my address and hang up with a sigh.
One thing at a time.
I just broke up with my boyfriend. I can’t think about facing my worst fear head-on right now.
It’s too much all at once. I’ve got a couple days to get over Ben’s betrayal.
I need to forget about the other thing.
Cursing under my breath, I wipe a tear away before it can roll down my cheek.
