WORKING FOR HIM

“How dare he?!” I yelled at myself at the bar. “How dare he ruin my entire life?!” I took another large gulp of wine as I emptied the glass. I signaled the waiter to pour me another. He paused and took a long look at me, visibly seeing I was drunk. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t,” he said as he withdrew the bottle of wine and kept it far from my reach. “Why not? It’s your job to do so,” I hiccupped. “Sorry, ma’am, I can’t,” with that said, he left. I beckoned to him with a slurred voice, saying 'heyy,' but he paid me no mind. ‘'Whatever, I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone'’. As I muttered those words, I felt a single tear trickle down my cheek. This was all Dave’s fault; he did this to me. He broke up with me on my birthday. Today was supposed to be a great day for me. I planned everything, I bought the dress, I went for a makeover at the salon, hell, I even bought us tickets to go see a movie at the cinema, but he just had to dump me on this day. About an hour ago, he looked me dead in the eye and told me that he couldn’t be with me anymore. That he’s fallen out of love with me and found someone else. He told me that they’ve been together for a while now. How could this be possible? I thought we both had only each other. How is it possible that they have been together for a while? Or is he lying? Yes, he has to be lying. I can't wrap my head around all these. Thoughts kept flooding my mind like a hurricane. I couldn't help myself. He apologized for telling me this late and urged me to move on; with that, he left. He didn’t even wish me a happy birthday. I guess he even forgot it was my birthday. I was on the verge of bursting out in tears, but I held myself. I stood up from the bar stool, quickly balancing myself, so I don’t fall flat on my face. I started walking down to my apartment, which was about thirty minutes away. I staggered a little but still kept myself up. I felt people staring at me as I walked down the road. I know I looked a mess, but I couldn’t care less. 'Screw you all...' I said as I kept walking. After some minutes, which felt like hours of walking, I finally got home. I threw my bag to the floor not caring to get out of my dress, just wanting to cry myself to sleep. As I laid on my bed, I found myself thinking about him again. This time I couldn’t get him off my mind. I felt so hurt because I gave him 2 freaking years of my life only for him to tell me what? “That he’s fallen out of love with me and found someone else.” I laughed mid-way, crying like an insane person. His words really did hurt like hell. It was as though a sword pierced through my heart. After much crying, I drifted off to sleep. ​ The annoying sound of my alarm clock startled me awake. I awoke to a pounding headache. “Ugh…” I groaned in pain. I didn’t even have too much to drink last night. I just had about 5 glasses of wine. Well, to be fair, it was my first time drinking. My mind drifted to the events that happened last night, but I pushed them away, ready to start a new day. I looked at the time. It was 35 minutes past 7 am. I had about an hour and a few minutes to get ready for work. As I got up from bed with a groan, I headed for the shower, paying no attention to my messy bed. I took a cold bath, this time spending longer than usual in the bathroom. It was time to get dressed. I contemplated dressing super-hot to show Dave that I was okay, and he breaking up with me didn’t have any effect on me whatsoever. But at the same time, I was in no mood to; it seemed a Herculean task. Anyway, I chose the latter. I spotted a purple gown and reached for it. It had a low V-neck cut, so if I were to wear it, it would show a whole ton of cleavage. I put on the dress, and it fit perfectly, accentuating my figure and highlighting my curves in all the right places. I hurriedly did my makeup. I had eye bags from the previous day and I needed to bury those under the cosmetics. My mood swung as soon as it was time to leave the house. I wasn't really eager to see Dave after what happened yesterday. There wasn't much I could do since we both worked in the same establishment. I shrugged and got moving. Ready for whatever the day presents me. Not long after, I arrived at work and casually walked into the tall building, heading straight for my office. As I walked past my coworkers, I noticed them whispering and staring at me. "Okay... was there something on my dress? Or did my dress rip apart without me noticing?" These I thought to myself. Taking my seat in the office, a sudden urge to double-check myself sent me scurrying to the bathroom. It was there, amidst the mirrored walls, that I encountered Stacy. "Hey Stacy," I greeted, a little happy to see her. Stacy, my good friend, is always cheerful each time I see her. But this time, she seemed a little down. "What’s wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned. She looked over her shoulders, making sure no one was nearby and then she pulled me into the female restroom. "What’s going on?" I asked, this time a little frightened. She looked up at me with sadness in her eyes. "There are rumors going on about you," she finally answered. Rumors? What rumors? I wondered.