Dog
1494 Words
Bianca paced across the apartment like a caged storm waiting to break….
Her feet hit the tiles sharply, each step fueled by anger, disbelief, and humiliation.
“I knew it…. I knew this was going to happen,” she spat, her voice shaking not from fear but from pure frustration.
“I always told you, Victor…. I always did.”
“You are so stubborn,” she continued, stabbing her fingers through her hair as though trying to rip the pain out from her skull.
“You are so stupid…. You don’t listen.”
“You don’t listen,” she repeated again, louder, like the words themselves were tired of being ignored.
“You see now?…. You see now what you’ve caused?”
“You’ve lost everything,” Bianca said, her voice cracking at the edges.
“I told you…. I told you.”
She walked back and forth, both hands gripping her head tightly as if her thoughts were too heavy to carry.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath uneven, her emotions tangled inside her like a knot.
Victor sat on the couch, elbows pressed against his knees, hands covering his face.
He didn’t say a word…. He couldn’t.
His silence wasn’t strength…. It was defeat.
The weight of his mistakes sat on him like a collapsing building.
They had lost everything because Vivian wasn’t able to get the inheritance.
That meant the river of money had dried out completely, leaving nothing behind but panic and emptiness.
“That means we are going to go broke too,” Bianca hissed, stopping to face him.
“Didn’t I tell you?…. Tell me if I didn’t tell you.”
“You were just ruining the money,” she continued, voice rising like heat.
“Spoiling everything, overspending everything…. Like money was water.”
Victor finally lifted his head, his eyes heavy and bloodshot.
“Oh, come on, Bianca…. Weren’t you the one I was giving the money to?”
Bianca froze, shocked that he even dared to throw that back at her.
“Don’t tell me you gave ALL that money to me,” he continued, rising slowly from the couch.
“If you bought that house for twenty million, fine,” Victor snapped.
“You hired an apartment for me…. You bought a house for me.”
“But that isn’t the whole sixty million Vivian gave you,” he said, voice cracking with stress.
“You really did something…. I’m wondering what you were doing with all that money.”
“Tell me…. What were you doing?” Victor demanded.
“Because I don’t get it…. Why you should ruin sixty million.”
“Are you that dumb?” he asked, eyes full of disbelief more than anger.
Bianca’s jaw tightened, her eyes widening in shock and fury.
Victor stood taller, trying to reclaim some control.
“You can’t insult me because of this,” he snapped.
“Oh, I CAN insult you,” Bianca retaliated, stepping closer with fire in her eyes.
She jabbed her finger into his chest, her voice sharp and merciless.
“Look at you…. Look at you,” she said, letting out a short, humorless chuckle.
“Just LOOK at you.”
“You don’t have anything,” she continued, her voice growing colder.
“You broke again.”
“You were broke before,” she reminded him brutally.
“Somebody helped you up…. And now you’ve gone broke again.”
Her voice lowered, not softer, but deadlier.
“Can you ever make anything right in your life?”
Victor’s breathing changed, faster, heavier, like each word hit him harder than the last.
His jaw tightened, and his hand twitched, anger boiling up from his chest.
The argument grew so heated that Victor almost raised his hand at Bianca.
He didn’t touch her, but the motion—just the motion—was enough to shift the air.
Bianca didn’t flinch.
Her eyes widened, not with fear, but with daring confidence.
“Hit me,” she said calmly, voice flat with challenge.
Her chin lifted, daring him to cross that line.
“Hit me,” she repeated, stepping into his space.
“Hit me.”
“I am pregnant with your child,” she said, her voice dropping into a low, deadly whisper.
“And you’re going to raise your hand to hit me?”
Her anger cracked and erupted.
“Hit me and see how the cops will deal with you.”
Victor’s face collapsed with shock, his hand dropping immediately.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, voice breaking.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” she shouted, pointing at him again.
“Look at you now.”
“You mismanaged money,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt.
“You didn’t even calculate anything.”
“You’ve made a whole s**t out of yourself,” Bianca hissed.
“Are you happy now?”
Victor couldn’t stay there.
He couldn’t breathe.
Not being able to contain anything…his anger, his guilt, his shame…he walked out of the room.
He shut the door behind him, the soft click louder than any slam.
“Come and face your problems, you pathetic excuse of a man!” Bianca shouted from inside.
Her voice bounced off the hallway walls like a punch he couldn’t dodge.
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Across town, in the house she and Victor bought, Vivian sat on the cold bedroom floor.
The silence around her felt like a punishment.
Her pregnant belly made it impossible to fold her legs against her chest.
She tried to pull herself in, to shrink, but the size of her stomach forced distance between her knees and her heart.
She cried…. She cried until she couldn’t breathe.
Her tears dripped onto the tiles, leaving small dark marks that disappeared too quickly.
She didn’t bother wiping them away anymore.
They didn’t stop.
Vivian looked down at herself and felt a wave of shame swallow her whole.
She had become so skinny that her bones pressed through her skin like outlines of a body she no longer recognized.
Her hourglass figure had disappeared.
Her once smooth and glowing skin now felt tired, stretched, and unfamiliar.
Her legs were unkempt, rough, and neglected.
Even simple self-care had become a luxury she couldn’t afford emotionally.
She dragged her hands down her shins, feeling the unevenness, the exhaustion, the loss of her femininity.
She never imagined pregnancy could feel so ugly…. So disabling.
She could not believe she had lost everything.
Her voice trembled as she spoke into the empty room.
“I wasn’t able to get the inheritance,” she choked out.
“And now everyone pays the price.”
She leaned her head back against the wall and stared at the ceiling.
Her tears wouldn’t stop.
She had lost her father.
Her best friend.
The man she loved the most.
All because of love…. Her love.
Her chest tightened, breathing becoming difficult, as if the air itself rejected her pain.
She felt a squeeze in her stomach—not from the baby, but from the grief.
Her hands pressed against her belly as if apologizing to the life inside her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered through tears.
She cried again…. And again…. And again.
Every sob sounded like something inside her was breaking into smaller pieces.
Life had not been fair to her.
Not once.
She turned her head slightly and stared at the doorway.
She wanted someone—anyone—to walk in and save her.
But the door stayed quiet.
No one came.
She hugged herself, wishing her arms belonged to someone else.
Someone comforting, someone steady.
Not someone who destroyed her world.
Not someone who watched her fall.
Vivian wiped her face with the back of her hand.
Her tears smeared but did not stop.
She looked around the house that once symbolized hope and future.
Now it felt like a prison cell made of memories.
Each wall carried a dream that no longer belonged to her.
Each room reminded her of what she had lost.
She placed a hand on her stomach and whispered to her unborn child.
“You didn’t deserve this…. None of us did.”
But her voice cracked under the weight of the truth.
Love had betrayed her.
Her body shook again as another sob escaped her lips.
She didn’t know how to stop crying.
Everything was gone.
Everything was shattered.
Vivian stayed on the floor.
Frozen in grief and disbelief.
Because sometimes heartbreak doesn’t leave you lying in bed….
Sometimes….it leaves you on the cold floor, with tears, with failure, and with silence.
And silence is the cruelest witness.
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Meanwhile, the door Bianca slammed shut stayed closed.
Victor didn’t come back.
His footsteps grew distant.
His regrets grew louder.
And across the city, Vivian’s tears continued to fall.
Because when everything falls apart…. everyone breaks in a different room.
- Writer
