TRISHA
"i***t!" I shouted after his car. To think I had even gotten him, only to be pushed away in the most humiliating way.
He was clearly disgusted merely by my presence, not to talk of what I had to say.
To crown my pain, it was Rubby again.
"And to think you had the guts to come to me after you tried pouring acid on the woman I love," I mimicked, sticking out my tongue and making funny faces.
"Rubby, Rubby!" I shouted.
The gym instructor had come out now and had probably watched the drama unfold.
He stood with the balm, shaking his head in pity.
"Have you got nothing else to do old man?" I hissed and walked away.
I waved a taxi and headed home. That was the least I could do, it was of no use chasing or stalking that i***t.
The moment I got home, a sharp bitter laugh escaped
