Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

Chapter 4 : Becca

"When did you buy this t-shirt, Becca?" My mom asked, she was hanging Kol's t-shirt on her index finger.

"I—" I turned off the hair dryer. "Why do you need it?" Trying to avoid eye contact I added, "Don't worry. I didn't spend any money on this." My eyes were red and puffy due to heavy crying. I don't want my mom to see them.

"This is a Gucci t-shirt." She flashed the t-shirt's design. "You think you can fool me? If you didn't buy this t-shirt then who did?" She hissed. "And don't tell me, you bought this from the thrift store. This looks 200% original."

"No, I didn't —"

"Then how did you get this t-shirt? How many times should I tell you that we don't have enough money to spend on stuff like this…." Like a normal healthy mother, mom started to give me a lecture that I never needed or asked for. She is like that. She always gets too sensitive about spending money. We are saving money for Sam's treatment. I know. But, sometimes I just feel left out when mom scolds me for spending money for my happiness. "You know, your brother is—"

"STOP! Stop it!" I snapped. "I know, Sam is SICK! But Mrs. Shelly Jain Rogers, you have a daughter too. And she is also a living human. Alive. Please. Pleaseee. Sometimes, think about her happiness too. I'm tired! I'm tired of thinking about others, others, and others. I'm tired of buying my essential items from the dollar store. I'm tired of used clothes. I'm tired from disappointments. I'm tired of everyone expecting, expecting and expecting from me. I'm tired of betrayals, lies… and…" My own words broke me down, I dropped myself on my knees. "And… I'm tired of my life. I don’t wanna live like this. I don't wanna get hurt. I. Just. Wanna. Be. Happy. At least for a few minutes a day. Or if it is too much to ask then, at least for a few minutes in a life." I wiped my tears and stood up on my feet, "Do you even know it's 12 AM and today's my birthday?"

"Bec—"

"Leave it." I sighed, showing my exhaustion. "I don't wanna argue with you, mom. Because arguing with you is gonna do nothing but hurt me when I think about it later."

I grabbed my black hoodie and slammed the door. I'm sure mom's gonna kill me for slamming the door like that, but that doesn't matter. Because I'm already dead. Dead from inside.

I was meaninglessly wandering in the road, but unintentionally my feet took me in Garry's neighbour. The lights were on and I could see his and Thea's shadow. They were still together, and he is f*****g her in doggy position. I don't know why the f**k Garry is so obsessed over that position. Whereas for me, I would like to watch in my partner's eyes when we make love.

Enough! I can't take this. I did everything to make him happy. I let him f**k me even at the time when I didn't wanna do it. I tried my best to be the perfect girl. Five years, I've always been a good girlfriend. I didn't argue back, so we didn't fight. I didn't sleep, so he will have a good night. Even though he is two years older than me and I'm a business student, I woke up late and did his presentation. I couldn’t buy new clothes, but I always bought him a new pair of shoes on his birthday. How can Garry just choose Thea over me? Where did I go wrong? What did I do to make him cheat on me? Or, it was never me, it's just his personality to cheat on everybody. Yeah, it's not me, it's personality. He cheated on his test, he cheated on his assignments and now he cheated on me. It's him who's a loser. It's not me. But more importantly, they both are immoral animals. They hurted the person who is supposed to be their closest but still, they are shamelessly f*****g eachother as if my tears didn't mattered for them. Or should I say, it never mattered for them.

Enough of the over thinking. I'm not gonna rust my brain on a brainless creature like them. They saw my love, now they will see my rage.

I was so furious with them that I didn't give a thought about right or wrong, moral or immoral, ethical or unethical. I just walked straight towards his car that was blocking the way. There was just a 13 step distance between me and his car. Now 12. 11. 10. 9. 8. 7 and there was a nerdy guy with a baseball bat standing beside me, I took his bat and headed closer to Garry's precious car.

6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. BANG! I hit the window and the glasses cracked. The car's alarm started beeping and the nerdy guy who's baseball bat I snatched dropped his mouth open, his hands were on his head. But I didn't care. Another hit, BANG! Now the glasses are scattered. It wasn't enough for me. Another one on the headlight, another on the hood, another on the rear windshield, another on the back light. I smacked the hell out of his car and the fuel tank is leaking.

Garry and Thea were peeking out from their window but they didn't come down. Maybe they were scared of my new maniac personality. I opened the door lock from the broken window and got the lighter from the glove box. Garry is a smoker and he keeps his spare lighter in his car's glove box.

I took out the lighter and looked at him, my thumb was on the sparkwheel of the lighter.

"NO!!!!! Becca, No! Please don't do that." He screamed from his window. He is scared to hell. He was begging for me not to burn his car and I was somehow enjoying the fear in his eyes. But after a few seconds, I got bored. Now, I don't want him to fear, I want him to get angry, I want him to regret and I want my revenge. With a quick, powerful motion of my thumb, I rolled the sparkwheel down into the ignition button and the flames lit up.

I looked at Garry's helpless face and it brought a lopsided grin on my face, "Wish you a happy f*****g break up, Mr Garry Asshole Lester." I tossed the lighter on the ground covered with the fuel which was leaking from his car. The faster the flame caught the whole car, the easier my heart felt.

I was heartbroken, but not suicidal. I walked far away from the car before it exploded. BOOM! Luckily no one was harmed, except Garry's wallet. His brand new BMW is now nothing but junk and the best part was he recently bought it on a fixed monthly statement and didn't have insurance. I told him multiple times to get insurance, but he was a misogynist. He would rather die than take advice from a woman. I'm sorry BMW, but it's better to transform into junk rather than transporting a jerk like him.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, AT MY ROOM..

I never felt so good. Aggressive revenge turned out to be helpful for me. I quickly fell asleep as I hit my bed. Calm and satisfying.

7:23 AM, I woke up with a warm and cosy sun's kiss on my face. My mornings have never felt this better. I didn't gave a f**k about my work or the world. I woke up, brushed my teeth, made garlic bread and sunny side up fried eggs for my breakfast, brewed some coffee, ate them while watching TV and enjoyed my morning. I don't remember when was the last time I ever made breakfast for myself, but today, making it for myself felt so good. I finally felt my worth and learned a new lesson: A tiny self care routine can really help you to increase your worth in your eyes. You feel like you matter. Your existence matters. Your comfort matters. Your happiness matters.

I was watching "She is All That" and that makeover transformation scene was so satisfying. I moved my glance towards the long antique mirror hanging beside me. It's an old mirror, the one and only remembrance of my grandmother. I looked at my dull and dry face. My dark brown hair, all messy and frizzy. My clothes are all dirty and goofy. My eyebrows, ugly and unshaped. My entire reflection was screaming to have a new transformation. A new look!

Without wasting any time, I turned off the TV, grabbed my tote bag, locked my apartment's door and ran for my new look.

8.11PM, YOUR PERSONAL FAIRY GODMOTHER

"Your Personal Fairy Godmother" is the best unisex salon in Sanidale. Rumour has it, they are so good that—no offence—they can even fail Kylie Jenner's makeover team.

"So what kinda makeover do you want?" The beautiful cinnamon skinned lady asked, while she tied my apron.

Her perfectly full denture smile was so full, glowing and gorgeous which made her look like an angel and I almost said, "Same as yours." But I didn't. I didn't wanna look like a helping, forgiving, nurturing and glowing angel. I wanted to look the opposite of her.

"If anyone judges me from my look, then I want them to note me as desirable yet unreachable. I wanna look like a bold, invulnerable, seductive woman." I don't know why I made such a demand, but it felt so right and necessary.

"Okay, ma'am. Now you'll be transforming into a bold, invulnerable, seductive woman." She replied, smiling at my dull, messy and goofy reflection in the mirror.

To be continued…