Anny Browns

SOMEWHERE IN ITALY

Anny quickly rushed to Donald's house as soon as she received Ricky's call. She had been busy lately and hadn't had time to check on Donald, but Ricky's urgency prompted her to drop everything.

She entered Donald's apartment, using the password she knew. There, she met Donald, her boyfriend, with Drisha, her cousin.

Anny's face instantly turned ugly; she looked shocked, and immediate anger filled her as she took in their position.

"Who is she?" Anny asked Donald sternly, as if she couldn't recognize Drisha.

Donald replied nonchalantly, "Can't you see who she is?" He added, hissing, "Did you want me to spell it out for you?"

Anny's face turned dark, her anger boiling over. Drisha's hand was intertwined with Donald's; they were both half-naked on the bed, with Drisha resting her head on Donald's chest.

"When you see a man and a woman like this, don't you know what it means?" Donald said to Anny, looking at her as if she were a fool.

Anny wondered, "Did Donald just say that to me?" Donald was her boyfriend of two years; she had always done whatever he wanted, washing his clothes, cleaning his apartment, and doing everything he asked of her. She even lent him $200,000 she saved for his family's house rent. But now, Donald was with her cousin, half-naked on the bed, still spouting nonsense.

Anny's head began to spin; she felt like fainting.

"So, all these years, he always told me he loved me. Was it all a lie? Did he forget those words and now tell me trash?"

Anny didn't know how to describe what she saw.

"What did you mean by 'man and woman'?" she asked Donald angrily.

"Is it this thing you call a woman?" Anny glanced at Drisha disgustingly.

Suddenly, Drisha slapped Anny across the face.

"Who do you think you are to call me this thing?" Drisha stood up, ready to beat Anny up.

"You're the trash here," Drisha spat murderously.

"None of your boyfriends ever lasted three months, only my Donald stayed with your pathetic self. He's been with you for two years now without you giving him what he wants."

Drisha continued, "Hasn't he wasted enough time on someone like you?"

"Donald's mine now," Drisha claimed, pointing to Donald and moving closer to him.

Donald didn't utter a word to defend Anny, his girlfriend of two years.

Anny asked, "Did you dare give him what I gave him? So, you have no right to fight over him?"

Drisha smirked and planted a soft kiss on Donald's lips right before Anny. Donald responded to the kiss; the two tried to make out in Anny's presence.

Anny looked stunned, hearing everything Drisha said. She turned to Donald, disappointed.

Drisha slapped Anny, and Donald remained silent. Anny held her face, almost crying.

Not because of the slap, but realizing Donald left her for a slut like Drisha made Anny want to cry. But she decided not to cry.

"Even if I cry, not in Drisha's presence," Anny swallowed hard.

Anny's eyes turned red, but she held back tears.

"So, you left me for this whore?" Anny faced Donald.

Drisha lunged at Anny again, but Donald pulled her back.

"Just leave her, babe," Donald said.

Anny sneered, hearing Donald call Drisha "babe." She smiled bitterly.

"I couldn't believe it when Ricky told me you were having an affair with her," Anny said, pointing to Drisha.

"But confirming it now, I feel I wasted my time with a fool like you."

"Since the fool and the slut have come together, I'll excuse you. And as for the money you owe me, I give it to you as a gift for the start of your wretched life."

Anny stormed out of the room, tears flowing freely.

Outside, Anny collapsed on the road, overcome with grief.

It was true that her previous relationships only lasted three months, but Donald was different; he was understanding and patient. Anny thought their relationship was good when they celebrated their second anniversary, but it was all a lie.

"A lie from the pit of hell!" Anny cried.

If Ricky hadn't told her about Donald and Drisha, Anny would still be the fool in love with Donald.

"I'm too gullible and unlucky," Anny cried, bending down on the road.

When Ricky told her about Drisha and Donald, Anny didn't believe it at first. But now, it dawned on her that she wasted two years with the wrong person.

Anny felt broken; she sat on the road, tears streaming down her face. She never expected Donald to betray her because of sex. She had asked him to wait until they married, but now Donald left her for Drisha.

Anny's phone rang, breaking the silence. She sniffled and looked at the screen, seeing Ricky's number.

"Hello?" Ricky said.

Anny sniffled sadly.

"Anny, are you okay?" Ricky asked.

Anny remained silent.

"Why are you crying?" Ricky asked worriedly. "Did Donald do anything to you?"

Ricky knew Anny went to Donald's apartment after their conversation, but she didn't expect Anny to cry.

"Where are you right now?" Ricky asked.

Anny still didn't respond.

"Donald cheated on me," Anny said finally.

"Just stay there; I'll come get you," Ricky said, ending the call.

Ricky quickly drove to Donald's apartment, knowing Anny would be nearby. As she approached, she saw Anny sitting on the road, crying.

"Anny, why are you like this?" Ricky asked.

"You should get up from the road," Ricky said.

Anny didn't answer, continuing to cry.

"Did you break up with Donald?" Ricky asked.

Anny cleaned her tears and sniffled, looking at Ricky's face. She burst into tears again.

Ricky hugged Anny tightly. "You don't need to cry because of a loser; he's not worth your tears."

After a while, Ricky let go of Anny and looked at her face. Seeing Anny's tears had stopped, Ricky felt relieved.

"Let's talk about this somewhere else; you're sitting on the road," Ricky said, helping Anny up.

As Ricky drove, she gazed at Anny's sorrowful state. Her friend had never been lucky in relationships; she was always cheated on.

First, it was Mike, then Felix, now Donald. Anny gave them money, did everything to make them stay, but whenever they asked for sex and she refused, they cheated and broke up with her.

Ricky sighed at her helpless friend.

That night, Anny cried, feeling disappointed. Donald's betrayal hurt more because she trusted him.

Anny's life had been difficult since she came of age. Her mother died young; her brother and sister barely loved her. Her father hated her, using family savings to drink, expecting Anny to work and care for the family.

Only Ricky, her best friend, had been supportive.

After college, Anny struggled to find a proper job, facing rejection from many companies.

Anny sighed, thinking about her life. As she wiped away tears, she remembered her upcoming interview.

"I have to be strong," she said, trying to compose herself.

"I hope she gets the job this time," Anny thought, lying on her bed, staring into space.