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Chapter two : her new resolve
I pushed through the blinding tears and retreated my footsteps slowly.
"no..." I continued to repeat to myself.
"no.."
"Vicky... please...Vicky wait ..." Carl hurriedly picked up his briefs and dangled Into a pair of trousers.
"yes, that's right Vicky.... run before it gets late in here, ...you wouldn't wanna know what happens under the sheets."
"or would you?" she sliced maliciously.
"No... Victoria please....."
Their voices had drowned into the background as all I that kept ringing was their deep and raw betraying sexual affair.
"how could they do this to me?" I cried, heart wrenched as I ran Into my car.
But Carls speed had nearly caught up to me, his fingers clawing in on the edge of my car .
My tyres screeched loudly as I hurriedly changed the gears into reverse.
My hands trembled , but I held unto the steering wheel for stability.
And zoomed off.
"get a grip of yourself Victoria. " I bit too tightly into my trembling lip, but the salty tears continued to find way into my tongue.
My eyes remained blurry and unsteady as the vulgar look on Trisha's face remained plastered in mind as I drove.
It screamed, satisfaction.
I gasped.
Her malicious smile, she asking me to come over, the,,,,the sexual affair...., it was all a set up.
She meant for me to see all of it.
And now, my phone began to buzz, endlessly.
Of course it was Carl, it had to be him.
Ringing nonstop. What the fuck did he want??
I stomped my foot on the brakes with all the force I could muster on the last ring.
Burying my head against the steering wheel,
My heart welled with so much emotions that my heart began to leak explosively.
Raw and Ugly tears. That was what happened.
Just then there was a knock on my door glass, which was slightly wound down.
"what the? ...go away..!!.."I shook my head furiously at the intruder.
But he wouldn't leave.
Standing there like the damn Fbi, I hissed.
His chest rose up and downwards with his lips slightly parted.
Was he a sturdy fan or what?
"Fuck you anyways. You all are the same" I sniffed into my palms , painfully drying off my soaked cheeks.
I snuck a peek at my puffy eyes in the rear mirror, and averted my gaze quickly.
And by the time I looked back. He was gone.
Of course he was a weird one. thank goodness.
Well, If this was what Trisha wanted. Then congratulations. She won the lottery.
I said, speeding off back to my apartment.
Somehow, all through the ride, the playlist felt like the deepest warm hug.
The tracks glided from a Billie eilish to Taylor swift all through the ride and when I had gotten home.
The sobs had numbed down.
I exhaled deeply and took out my keys, ready to soak myself into a puddle of wine.
I couldn't tell mom. She wouldn't even support me afterall, she'd find a way to make me the problem.
But as I opened the door, a little parcel fell off.
"What's this, ?" I pushed the strands blinding my eyes backwards and picked it up.
Was this what I thought it was?
I folded the little piece of substance into my palm,
Most importantly, how did it get into my car?
Was someone trying to set me up?
I wiped my eyes completely and entered into my apartment.
The first thing my eyes landed on was the frame.
I felt my blood boil.
The anger, sadness and betrayal had sipped into my veins and turned into a hot mix.
I stomped my feet to the position and grabbed the cute frame ,
"This is what I get for believing in love." I teared. Smashing it against the wall.
I scraped my fingers into my skull at this point, I needed to feel something, anything.
Practicing deep breaths weren't working anymore, hopefully wine would.
I reached for a glass and poured myself the strongest wine on my shelf.
Glass after glass after glass. After glass.
"Fuck you taste so good baby.." Trisha's sloppy tongue flicked in my head.
"arrrghhhhhhhhhgghhh!!!!!" I cried out loud. smashing the now empty bottle of wine with all the strength i could muster against the wall.
An empty bottle? I realized... The wine was finished?
How was i going to forget them now?? I panicked, rerunning through the wine shelf,
"37% alcohol?" I picked up a bottle. " what the fuck was i supposed to do with a thirty seven percent alcohol?
I cocked it open and sank it into my throat, feeling the harshness scorch my throat dry.
My knees had begun to feel weak. Like I couldn't carry my weight anymore,
But more strangely, was the familiar arousal,
Why the hell was i feeling this way
Just like back at Trisha's house.
"Nononno" I blocked my ears, trying to block out the sweet moans of pleasure that traumatized me now.
I fell on my knees just in front of the table.
Just them my lazy eyes caught that strange little parcel.
"no Victoria...this is not you..." a voice said in my head.
"you have the slightest clue who I am." I responded. Opening up the tiny parcel.
"I'm a failure. I failed At my relationship, I tried to do something for myself, rather than hide under the family name and wealth and guess what?" I cackled.
"I failed at that too!" I blurted.
"so you don't get to tell me who I am." I said, and closing my eyes, I swallowed the entire substance.
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"Miss Vic...tor.ia?" I heard a voice slurr my name.
my eyes opened softly.
"oh my God... You are awake!" " thank God I didn't call the 911"
"ahhhhhhh" I pressed my hand into my skull. The migraine seeping into my consciousness.
"yes you are. you were totally...blacked out" said Becky.
"After leaving a hundred unanswered calls, I grew so worried I had to come here directly, and when I saw you, I knew I had to call him..." she smiled triumphantly
"call who?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.
Just then the door opened.
And he walked in.
the reason behind my misery walked in.
The memory washed over me like a flood and in that instant, my heart grew heavy.
"Vicky...." he treaded carefully. "I love you..you know that."
"Becky, .... If you don't get him out of here on three, I'll call the cops." I said, my words landing like ice.
For a second, he stared at me with disbelief, his lips slightly parted.
"you don't mean that do you... Victoria, Thompson?"
I needed him to leave before the mask fell off, how could I explain the burn of heartbreak and betrayal I was feeling without turning to my lowest point of nothing.
I swallowed the bile.
"Get out of my house carl."
"What was i supposed to do with my hard on?!" he blurted.
Apparently, his own mask had fallen off.
"You wouldn't even ....." his eyes darted to Becky who looked like she could use a little help by disappearing away from the heated conversation.
"Becky... would you believe she wouldn't even suck my dick?!" He thundered.
Beckys cheeks turned a bright shade of red. If she was embarrassed for me,I wonder the depth of the pit of embarrassment I was at now?
Probably under earth crust level chilling with Satan.
"I had deliberately dropped down the towel on a faithful day with my erect dick, hoping my 'girlfriend' " he drew quotes in the air, and continued,
"would help me out, but what did she do?, act like a damn fuck nine year old running outta the room Becky.
"Victoria. A twenty five year old. Ran. Out. Of. The. Damn. Room because
.she .saw. her .boyfriends .naked .form."
"And oh...did I mention that she closed her eyes too?." he chuckled hilariously.
He shook his head. "we could have been a power couple Vicky. We could. But you know what you are so good at? " he asked, pointing his index finger at my face.
"you are good at ruining everything."he said, and with that, he stormed out of the house with a loud bang.
My ears were stunned.
And my speech was lost.
An innocent tear escaped my cheeks.
"Miss Victoria..." Becky ran to my shoulders, engulfing me in a hug from behind.
"you know that's not true. I Promise you, things are going to get better, but for now, don't cry... please."
I wiped off the tears off my cheeks.
"you need lots of rest miss Victoria, " she sighed deeply,
"You can't overwhelm your self with heartbreak right now..."
I turned slowly to face her, did she have any idea how I was feeling, that I'd just ignore it?
"I had a list of calls for models who wanted a slot and I scheduled the meeting for tomorrow, you need a distraction...."
"Cancel it." I cut in sharply.
Her eyes widened like she had just heard a suicide note. she opened her mouth to speak.
"You are right. I need a distraction, and Im getting it tonight."
"I...I don't get it" she adjusted her glasses saying.
"Carl hurt me,"
"And the only way I can get back at him is to get even."
"I'm sorry but I still don't have any idea what you are talking about." she said.
"What I'm trying to say Becky is,"
"I'm getting the "D" tonight," a malicious smirk drew across my lips.
"and I'm going to send the video tape to him."
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