Entangled With The King Of Entertainment

Purple I sat, my sweaty hand rubbing against the black skirt that clung to my legs. “Purple, where are you! It's our graduation, for Christ's sake.” I narrowed my gaze to a flock of people who sat, all here for the same spot. “I got a call for the interview, I will be back soon.” “Oops,” Lily said. “Fine, take care and break a leg.” The call ended with a low buzz, and for the love of humanity, I hope the universe doesn't take her “break a leg” literally. I puffed a breath. Today was my graduation, and I should have been with Lily celebrating my achievements. I couldn't, not when my future was upfront, vivid, in arm's reach. I could just reach and grab it. “You will,” my mind chipped in. I hope. “Miss. Purple Corinth,” the receptionist called out. “Lord, please be with me.” ~~~~~~~~~~ The cold air whipped my brown hair back and slapped against my skin. My smile stretched as I made my way home, to Leon, my love. Excitement bubbled through my veins. I could only imagine the look on his face when I tell him I got the job. I got it! I stopped mid-way, let out a loud squeak, then continued. You couldn't blame me; it was love, one which made my heart skip a beat. My Leon was everything I could ever dream of; he was beyond perfect, he was my prince charming, one who loved me and cared for me as no one had ever done except for Lilly and family. Leon and I had been dating for years, and each day with him felt like paradise. He was the only man I have ever loved, the only man who chose me. My smile grew. And today, today was special. I looked down at the small box, filled with a little present for him. It had albums of our five-year-old relationship, every beautiful moment—our movie night, sleepover, trip to Florida, our first picnic where he may or may not have gotten chased by a dog while I took pics. It wasn't my fault. Leon always behaved like he was invincible. It was fun to watch him get scared of a German Shepherd dog. I shook off the memories. I couldn't wait to see his expression at the little gift. At first, I knew he would think I was trying to bribe my way out of telling him not to attend my graduation, not like I spent more than an hour there, plus it was boring, and I could have been occupied with friends, teachers, and others, and he would have been alone. I didn't ever want him to feel awkward or inferior. He agreed after several hours of asking, but I had to make it up to him. And this was it. I took a turn and navigated through the cold streets of New York. It was lonely, deprived of life, abnormal for a usual 6pm in New York. I didn't care; I shoved the unsettling feelings that choked the butterflies in my belly. I shouldn't be anxious; today was a good day, a beautiful one. I had finally achieved my greatest dream. My grip tightened on the box; my smile returned as I increased my pace. I could see my apartment from where I stood, just a few more steps and I would be home, in my Leon's arms, celebrating through the night. I walked up, sliding my card, and the door beeped open. Fancy? But it cost a whole lot. Only heaven knew how many side jobs I took. I waved the thought away; my heart hammered against my ribcage, and thoughts swirled through my mind. I couldn't wait; I couldn't wait to see his shocked expression. I had told him I would spend the whole day with Lilly, and I would have if I didn't get an emergency interview. Lily will kill me, but I will make it up to her. And Leon— I pushed the door open, and the sound of skin flapping echoed through the four walls of the apartment. I stilled, my brain went blank for a millisecond. The sound increased, followed by the erotic moan that poured into the air. It smelt like pleasure, sperm, and s*x in here. My inside twisted. “It—it-it's in your mind.” I tried to reason, to think, to maintain my calm, but I couldn't help it, not when my heart drummed hard and painfully inside my chest. My eyes blurred. I pushed past the storm of emotions, my hands clung to the box I held, as I, lifelessly, with my heart in my throat, made my way through the door. It... it's in your head. I repeated, but those words sounded like meaningless lies. My hand enclosed the cold knob that stung my palm. I twisted it and pushed the door open. I stopped breathing. I stopped thinking. I stopped living. My body went still, but the ground beneath me trembled, and the truth came with its force like a punch to my gut, knocking out the little air I had. The box slipped from my grasp and fell with a little thud. They barely noticed it! I barely noticed it, the shattering sound of the glass frame that mirrored how my heart felt, the gift that rolled off the box. I barely registered a thing, cause upfront was Leon, my Leon, naked. He wasn't alone, oh no—he was on top of a woman, a naked, slutty one, pondering into her core, on our bed, in our apartment. The little slut moaned, and something fragile shattered in me. I watched as they both continued, drowned in lust and their s*x, to notice my presence. My knee buckled as tears ran down my cheeks, dripping onto the picture frame that lay there, winking back at me. Their smiling faces felt like mockery, like they were mocking me, my stupidity, my foolishness. I wanted to scream so loud, to stop this, to run, but my legs developed a mind of their own and glued me to the floor. I stood frozen, watching, trembling. Finally, the spell broke. I retreated, stepping out of the room, my lungs unclenching, and I gasped for air. More tears poured down my cheeks. How—how could I be this stupid?! How could I not see it? Work excuse to stay out all night, his nonchalant attitude, his…. Then again, how could I, when I loved him so damn much? Their erotic moans crushed my thoughts. Everything was a lie, a stupid lie. Quietly, like the ghost I was, I walked into my personal room and packed every damn thing I own, stuffed it into my bag, my hands still shaking. I zipped the bag and dragged it out, out of that hellhole. They—both of them can rot in hell. I spat. The next fifteen minutes went by in a blur, and here I was, sitting in a plane, ready to escape the lies I once fed myself, the castle of illusion I built to protect myself, a life I thought I lived, I thought I had. All were lies. I wiped my hands over my face, dusting out the tears. Maybe this was what I needed to snap out of my madness. No more Leon. No more living for him. No more living to please him.