The Cursed Alpha

Chapter 2-Betrayal

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Two voices blend and my heart quickens when I recognize both of them.

A groan escapes from one of them and I gasp when he murmurs something that completely shatters me.

“I know you love it just like that, Beth”

Huh, I know that voice, Damn.

Beth whines,” Stop, Tommy..., what if Gwen comes back and finds us? We should not be doing this in the house. We should have gone to a hotel like we do” Beth says

Damn

“Calm down, Beth. She won’t be back till it is night, that’s like 9 pm. We’ve got lots of time on our hands,” Tom said.

I’m in utter shock.

“What if she decides to face time any of us,” Beth whines

“No, she won’t, I told her I was out running errands. And you already made sure she knew you were with your girls. Stop overthinking this Beth” Tommy coaxes her

“Maybe you’re right,” Beth says

My boyfriend, Tom, and my flatmate, Beth together in Beth’s room, saying words like that. Right there I feel betrayed and I try to process what I have just heard.

“Tommy is cheating on me with Beth and this is not the first time,” I mentally explain to myself

A scream erupts from my throat as I take in the situation. I take a few steps back until I feel my back hit the wall.

Both voices freeze and I hear shuffling and thudding before the door is thrown open.

Tom and Beth are staring back at me, looks of pure shock and guilt plastered on their faces.

“God”.Beth covers her mouth with both of her palms.

“Gwen...”, she moves closer to me.

“Get away from me” A strangled sob escapes my mouth as I motion with my hands for her to stop.

Beth still tried to move close.

“GET.AWAY.FROM.ME”, I shouted.

“Gwen!. Tommy yells and attempts to grab me. “Gwen, wait I-“

I move back a bit, “f**k you”

I look straight into their faces, there, then, at this moment I feel betrayed, hurt, worthless, useless...tears pour down freely from my face in an uncontrollable manner. I swallow the lumped air that has now formed inside my throat, I’m trying to breathe, trying so hard to breathe, trying so f*****g hard to breathe but my lungs aren’t responding, my lungs are tightening inside of me.

Still looking straight into their eyes, the world around me blurs and I blink my eyes, one...two...three..., trying to find my voice, trying to process what the f**k is happening.

“Stay away!” I croak out, moving back slowly. “don’t come any closer”

“Gwen!” Beth starts to cry too. “Please, wait it’s...-“

I try to speak, “I...I...I can’t..., I’m...I’m trying to...to catch my breath.” “D...do...don’t” I try to speak but I can’t find the right words to use

“Jewel...calm down”, Tommy says with a hint of arrogance and the look in his eyes showing no remorse for what he did, I look away, my eyes are misty, tears swimming in my eyes, clouding my vision.

Tommy moves closer to me, with a smirk on his face.

“GET AWAY FROM ME, TOM!” I scream, my fists clenched.

“GET.THE.FUCK.AWAY.FROM.ME!” I move back

I’m in so much pain, God, it hurts, it f*****g hurts.

I look at Tommy again and still no sign of remorse on his face.

I find my voice again.

“I can’t believe this,” I say with hurt in my voice

“Gwen I can explain…,” Beth says

“JUST STOP! JUST STOP!STOP!” I bark at her

My hands go to my ears and I crouch to the ground.

Still on the floor, I begin to cry processing what I just witnessed.

“Gwen, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do this to you,” Beth says sobbing.

“Beth you know s**t happens and this is one of them, and you were not meant to find out this way,” Tom says with arrogance in his voice while struggling to wear his shirt.

As I hear this, I decide not to make a fool of myself any further and stop crying. I sat up and just leaned against the wall.

“Tommy, don’t be like this, Gwen Can you please listen to me? I’m sorry” Beth says sobbing

I stand up and walk out on them to my room. I can hear Tommy calling after me and Beth sobs even louder. It begins to rain heavily and I just let loose the scream, the tears that I’ve been holding for five seconds.

The next day, I slowly opened my eyes, it hurt trying to open them because I passed out from crying yesterday. I stand to pee and I see my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are swollen and puffy, my nose is red as an apple, and my hair is like I just fought with a bear. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks and I remember what happened yesterday wasn’t a dream and truly I caught my boyfriend and Flatmate together. I brush off the feeling and take a bath ready to leave and never return. I pack a few things in a tote bag and wear black leggings and a sports bra throwing a free shirt for cover-up. I put my necessities in my backpack and ready to leave. I open my room door slowly and quietly, looking around making sure Beth or Tom is not in sight, “I’m not ready to face those demons” I thought. Once I see no one is there I quickly walk to the door and leave.

I decide to go to the gym to box a little to clear my head. The gym is a 20-minute walk from here and I need air so I decided to walk there. On my way there, I keep zoning out from time to time and sometimes I even bump into people and they bark at me for this, I just apologize and keep walking. I finally reach the gym at 10:35 am, I sit for a while before yanking my shirt off. I keep my loads inside the cabinet, take my phone and earphones, and go to exercise on the treadmill first. I take a deep sigh, plug my earphones in then start.

“Miss, miss…” he taps me to bring me back to reality, I snap a little bit realizing he must have been here for a while. “Sorry?” I say for him to repeat himself “I said you’ve spent more than the speculated time on this facility” the instructor says to me. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m done now,” I say to him climbing down the treadmill. I move to drop my earphones and phone in the cabinet and I move to the boxing area. I start with punching the air before moving to punch the punching bag.

Just stop, Gwen! I say to myself and I allow the punching bag to swing back and hit me. I stumble and fall to the ground, my legs finally giving out on me, because I haven’t eaten any good food since yesterday. I land with a loud thud, gasping for breath.

“Oh no,” I’m thinking about them again.

I take full lungfuls of air for stabilization. I’m ripped out of my thoughts so fast that I haven’t had any time to get myself or I should rather say, my life together.

When I finally manage to regain myself, breaking away from the trance that I had been in, I take a good look at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me.

“Damn! I look like s**t” I thought to myself

My blonde hair is a tangled mess, clumps of it sticking to my face, sweat trickles down the sides and I do not attempt to wipe them away. I’m caked in dirt...or maybe they’re bruises, from scratching myself. I’m not exactly sure. But I know for a fact that the pools of red on my knuckles are indeed blood.

I must have been hitting the punching bag too hard, way beyond my strength and capacity. I should have been using protection but instead, I wanted to feel the physical pain run through my knuckles, down to my fingers, passing through my veins, and seeping through my body.

They say physical pain replaces emotional pain but damn! That’s pure bullshit because I still feel like s**t.

I feel both pains.

Tears stream down my face as I take the bandage wrap it around my knuckles and stare at it for a while.

I look around the gym, I’m the only one left. The lights are dim and upon glancing at the window, I immediately know it’s time for me to head back home.

Grabbing my things, I head out, the street is a bit empty. I bite my lip nervously, knowing that I have nowhere to go. I can’t go back to the apartment, Beth is there and I’d rather kill me first than face her again.

Tom’s place? Not any better than Beth’s. My ex-boyfriend is dead to me, he doesn’t exist to me even before now.

Others? I cut all of them off when I found out that they knew about the affair long before I knew but they chose to not tell me about it.

But...that just leaves...family.

I can’t go to Mom’s. I still hate her guts for leaving without reaching out to me and making another life of her own with little or no me. She doesn’t deserve the grace of my presence at all.

And my dad? I don’t know where he is. Thank God he didn’t pick up his calls yesterday I wouldn’t have caught those two pigs.

I’m f****d, right?

The rain started to pour down, at first it drizzled, lightly teasing me but soon continued to drown me. My hair and clothes are drenched already, my legs are caked and buried in mud, and guess what? My bag is thoroughly soaked.

I cannot even begin to imagine the condition of everything inside my bag and to be very honest I don’t even care. I think the more pressing matter right now should be: what.the.fuck.am.i.going.to.do?

No boyfriend and no sister

No friends and no family

Part of me wants to blame Tom and Beth for doing this to me. Part of me wants to go back in time and scream at them. Another part of me wants to crush their hearts the same way they’ve crushed mine. I mean, they deserve it, don’t they?

I brush my mind off then to focus on my current dilemma. I scoff, “Where do I go now?” I thought to myself.

I should just go and spend the night in a motel or something. Walking on the side path of the road, thinking about my life and how I will overcome this trauma. Deep into my thoughts not minding if it’s dark and I’m walking alone on the street.

Suddenly a vehicle zooms by so fast, it sends a pool of water in my direction. The water drenches me even further.

***

“Good, good, just good!, could this day go any more worse,” I ask myself cursing under my breath as I look at the vehicle with dismay. Suddenly, the vehicle stops;” okay this one has manners and respect for humans” I thought to myself then plaster the look of anger and disgust on my face, you can call me any angry bird right now. The driver comes down and walks towards me with a worrisome look.

“Hi miss, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to splash the water” With this, my look changed from anger and disgust to a calm look.” oh, it’s....” before I could finish the sentence, he cut me off. “I’d like to fix this but not now because I have an emergency, here’s my card miss” he searches his pocket for his card, and when he’s about to give it to me. I look in the vehicle's direction as the door is thrown open.

Damn, I see a tall handsome-looking man coming out of the vehicle. He walks towards me in slow motion but he is walking in slow motion or I’m being delusional. I hate to admit this but he’s a walking god, I couldn’t help but stare. He’s handsome. Was he a model or just a Greek god sent from heaven?

I must have been staring pretty badly because as I blinked, I found him right in front of me, the beautiful stranger's eyes met mine but I quickly jolted out of my delusional self because his face was filled with disgust and pride. I quickly move to the back and adjust myself because his figure is intimidating. I look away from the Greek god and proceed to collect the card from the driver but as I am about to collect it what he says shocks me.