“You’re such a fuck-up! Get the hell away from me… You little bitch. To think I loved you!” He scoffed and walked away from me leaving me on the floor behind him, after his mini hurricane. Leaving me in his wake and forcing me to bear witness to what basically killed me and left an empty shell behind him.

I shudder and thought back to what lead up to all of this. How we met and how we thought we fell in love, but it was a really cruel, sick joke played by him. I couldn’t believe he took this long to say something I figured it out two months after we first started dating. Who would willingly date someone like me? A fuck-up? Nobody, that’s who.

“I want you out by Wednesday night!” I heard him yell before he left out the front door. He gave me two days. Two days to figure out where I’m going to stay, luckily for me I always have money stored encase something like this happen. I have about $5,000 in the bank and $1,000 in my suitcase.

If that’s the way he want to play it then fine we’d play this way. I didn’t have a problem with this and he didn’t seem to either. I knew being away a lot was difficult but I never thought he’d cheat on me. I never thought my ex-best friend would help him cheat on me. But apparently long distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder, it makes the love weaker (if there was any there to start with) and makes the mood swings worst.

Like ma always said, ‘fight fire with fire and we all go to hell’ and I’m sure I’m willing to go to hell to make this bastard suffer. He’s going to suffer so badly he’ll wish he never cheated on me, called me a fuck-up and then called me worthless. Even if I was a fuck-up I knew damn well I wasn’t worthless, if anything I cost more than him. So I guess everybody’s going to hell. Here I come Lucifer.

Notes

This is on Mibba too, but sadly it isn't completed yet :( Stick with the story though and I promise you won't regret it! :)