Chapter 1: Heartbroken
I look over at the clock in my desk and notice it’s already 5 o’clock. Wow the day has flown by! I’ve been running around on my feet for most of the day. I reach down and rub my heels, “stupid heels” I thought to myself. I’ve been working a few extra hours at the office as one of my coworkers Gwen is absent on maternity leave. I collect my things and start to walk to the elevator. I text my best friend Celene.
Me: Drinks tonight? :)
Celene: Sorry babe! I’m super packed at work and it doesn’t look like I’m going to be leaving anytime soon. Have a drink for me though! ;)
Me: I definitely will!!
I reach the busy street and hail a cab. I ring my boyfriend Mark to see if he would like join me for a drink. One the first ring he answers “ hey babe, how are you?” “ I’m good baby I just finished work, I was going to go for drinks with Celene but she has to work. Are you up for a drink?”. He pauses “ I’m sorry Rosie, I wish I could come but I think I’m coming down with the flu, I haven’t been to work today and I don’t want to push myself”. I sigh “ okay baby I hope you feel better soon , let me know if you need any okay?” “ I will babe, I think I just need rest, I love you!”, “I love you too”. I feel bad that Mark is sick, I wonder if some chicken soup might help him. I ask the cab driver to take me to Chang’s kitchen one of our favourite Chinese restaurants. With soup in hand I head over the Mark’s apartment. I think back to how we first met, the memories make me smile. Celene actually introduced us they went to the same collage. I still remember him asking me to dance at a charity gala, we danced all night long. The cab pulls up to Mark’s apartment complex, I quickly tidy some stray hairs that have stuck up at the top of my head. I have light brown hair that reaches the middle of my spine and has a natural wave through it. I find by the end of day no matter now much product I put in it, it still ends up a bit fuzzy by the end on the day. I walked up the 3 flights of stairs careful not to spill any of the hot soup. I lifted my fist ready to knock on Mark’s door when I heard Mark grunting and groaning. I think to myself that he must be having trouble breathing. I pull out a spare key to Mark’s apartment and I open to door. The hot chicken soup splatters across the floor of Mark’s apartment. I feel my heartbeat in my ears and tears brim my eyes. I see Mark fucking Celene from behind on his dining room table. “ Are you fucking serious!” I feel every fibre of my heart ripping. Mark looks in shock and starts to reach for me “ I’m so sorry Rosie, I’m sorry!” He tries to reach for me, I slap his hands away “ how could you, I thought you loved me!” I look over at Celene and she has a smug look on her face “ how long has this been going on!” I scream, Celene answers this time “ it never stopped, we’ve been hooking up since collage and haven’t stopped since” Celene chuckles lightly “ I’m surprised it took you this long to find out” I look over at Mark he has tears streaming down his face “ don’t ever try to contact me again, you can both go and fuck yourselves!” I storm out of the apartment and slam the door on my way out. I hear Mark shout “ please don’t leave me!”. I run out onto the street and burst into tears once again. How could I have not seen this? And with my best friend! The two most important people in my life have just screwed me over. A cab pulls up and I give the driver my address. Once inside my apartment I draw myself a warm bath and add some rose scented bath salts. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen, stripped off and let the warm water embrace me. I keep running through my head what went wrong, how I didn’t see it. Once my fingers were pruned, I wrapped myself up in a fluffy towel and headed towards my bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror, was there something wrong with me? I have been told that I am beautiful inside and out, I don’t always think I’m that pretty. I have light hazel eyes that seem to have a mixture of every colour, my nose is small but slightly pointed, my lips are pink and pouty. I have always tried to impress others with my appearance, I’m 5’9 with curves in the right places, well so I’ve been told. My breasts are a bit bigger then what I would like, filling a full D cup. But this experience makes me doubt myself. Trying not to think about the events that just happened I dress into my pyjamas and go to bed but sleep never comes.
