Ripped Apart
1049 Words
The freezing, arid air penetrated the pores of Matilda's delicate skin as she glanced to scrutinize the deserted street. She was the only soul on the dreaded and lonely street. The howling of the wind brought her eyes open.
Concentrating in the dark of night, confusion scrubbed over her face as she showed up at her boyfriend's doorstep, Heritage. She needed someone to talk to and share her pain.
"I just hope he's home. Matilda, take a deep breath. You can do this.” She motivated herself and landed a soft knock on Heritage's metallic door.
Unfortunately, no one responded. She got nervous and called his phone.
“Thank goodness he's home. Perhaps, he could be sleeping.” She sighed after his phone rang from the inside. She knocked again, this time harder, until he showed up at the door shirtless and sweating profusely, “Hey, Marty. What are you doing here? Sorry, but I wasn't expecting to see you. You should have called,”
"Why are you surprised to see me in your home? Is this my first time visiting you? Look at your face, you're not even elated to see me. No hugs, kisses?"
"Why didn't you inform me before coming? Courtesy demands that you do that. I might be busy with something, and I wouldn't want any distractions," he frowned.
"Distraction? Am I a distraction to you now? Don't you miss me, or do I require approval before coming? It's been a rough day. I'll tell you about it when I come in.” Stunned by his reaction, Matilda attempted to walk inside but was halted.
"No, this is a bad idea. Can we please have a private discussion?” he dragged her to the left corner.
"Hey, you hurt me. What's wrong with you?” she cried and nursed her arm.
"I'm sorry, but you can't be here. This isn't the right time. You just have to go.”
"It's freaking late. Can I spend the night at your place? I can't walk through that lonely path alone,” she begged. Suddenly, a strange lady strolled out from inside, wearing the shirt Matilda had gifted her boyfriend.
"Who was that and why is she wearing the shirt I paid for?” she interrogated.
"Go back inside. What the f**k are you doing here?” he ignored Matilda and ordered the lady back inside.
Matilda doesn't know whom to turn to anymore. First, it was her father who forced her into an arranged marriage, and now she has just bumped into her boyfriend cheating on her with another woman.
"Is that the reason you refused to let me come in? You weren't even picking up my calls. You haven't called or texted in days,” she cried out and hit him so hard on the chest as he retreated and apologized for his actions.
“I was going to tell you. Now you know why I've been avoiding you. I know my quietness isn't fair to you. I'm confused and trying to sort out my feelings for you. I may need some space to think about everything. I don't know when I'll be ready to talk about it. Don't worry, I'll give you a call. But for now, you can't stay for the night. You already saw what happened.”
"Are you walking me out? Where do I go from here?”
"Last time I checked, you've got a roof above your head. Please leave immediately,” Heritage kicked Matilda back to the lonely streets and shut the door before she could explain further.
"Why is life so cruel to me? Why am I treated unjustly? What crime have I committed? I'm so empty right now. I can't bear the pain anymore,” She questioned rhetorically as her words echoed in her ear. As she bemoaned, her father kept calling on the phone repeatedly, but she ignored his calls.
“This isn't the best time to return home. I can't stand his presence. I need to cool off.” She declared and retired to the nightclub where she works to clear her head with a few drinks. As she walked to the bar, an ocean of tears replenished her eyes. She tried to conceal the despair on her face, but she couldn't.
"A glass of tequila, please. Add the ice, too.” Matilda ordered the barman, but he refused, knowing she wasn't a drunk type.
"Be very careful about how you treat your staff. I could get you fired, you know?” Matilda terrorized the barman. With anxiety, he granted her wish. She took the first shot and continued until she emptied a bottle of tequila.
"You're drenched in alcohol, ma'am. I won't have you humiliate yourself. Now this is enough,” The barman grabbed the bottle of tequila from Matilda, but she resisted and requested more.
Unknown to her, some strange man seated in the VIP lounge had been keeping an eye on her. While the altercation got fierce, the strange man stepped in.
"You need to listen to the barman. Alcohol doesn't look good on you,” he advised Matilda and towed her outside as everyone taunted her for the mess she had caused. They never questioned this strange man because they assumed he was her boyfriend.
"Please get me out of here. My head hurts! Ouch!” Matilda placed her head on his broad chest and pleaded. Her legs couldn't stand firm on the ground. She was gradually losing her sight due to her blurry vision.
With reluctance, he drove Matilda to his apartment and took her to the guest room.
"You'd be fine when you wake up. Kindly let me know if you need anything,” he placed her on the bed and attempted to leave, but she held him back and dragged him to the bed seductively.
"We shouldn't be doing this. It's abominable. I can't take advantage of you,” he refused Matilda's advances and looked away.
Matilda insisted and remained adamant. She wasn't ready to give up soon.
"Quit the pretense already. I know you need this more than I do.” She grabbed him as they locked lips so passionately that he couldn't resist. Unfortunately, he got carried away and fell for her seduction as they made love.
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