ROTTEN LUCK

Kennedie

Of fucking course.

Just when I thought that nothing could be more surprising than finding out that finding out that my husband of barely two weeks old was cheating on me with my best friend for heaven knows how long and I now this.

She was pregnant and apparently she never liked me that much to begin with judging by the fact that she was asking Andrew when he would divorce me and she even called me a bitch.

Talk about a rude awakening. 

“Why do I even fucking bother” I spat and pushed past Andrew.

I ripped open the closet doors and began stuffing all of my clothes into a box. I could not stand being around Andrew right now, and quite frankly not ever.

He absolutely disgusted me, the both of them did to be honest.

“What do you think you are doing Kennedie?” Andrew asked. There was shuffling at the background so I was probably guessing that he had decided to finally put some pants on.

I did not even bother turning back just kept on forcing my clothes into the box “well I know that you have always been slow Andrew, but don’t tell me now you’ve added blindness to the long list of your illnesses”

Those words were spat out with so much bitterness that even I could not even understand how one action of a person could push him from the high pedestal that I once held him on to a complete and utter joke.

 Once I had packed all of my clothes, I put on a simple night gown and turned with my closed box in hand. 

Oh great, he was finally wearing shorts.

I glared at him, with all of the hatred that I could muster and it was such a shame that gazes weren’t lethal weapon because he would have been six feet under had it not been the case.

“I am leaving Andrew” I said.

My tone held that voice of finality in it. I meant it. He chuckled, probably thinking that it was one of my childish tantrums that I usually threw whenever I was angry with him.

Back when we were dating, whenever we had an issue I would go over and stay with Judith until he brought me flowers and apologized.

But as it turns out the person whom I thought was a good friend was actually a venomous snake.

“You can’t be fucking serious Kennedie” he said hands on his waist.

I sneered at him “watch me then”

“You don’t even have any place to go” he said his tone mocking.

Right I could not even go to Judith’s place anymore but that would not still stop me. I would still leave, I will find somewhere.

“You said you no longer love me Andrew and so I am really so confused as to why you are so interested in my private life”

He had nothing to say after that, I mean they were his words not mine. The more I looked at him, the more my blood boiled with different unpleasant emotions. Pain, anger, heartbreak.

I dragged my things to the front door and Andrew followed after me “you can’t leave Kennedie, you have nowhere to go”

Andrew tried to grab me but I slapped him hard across the face. The appropriate payback for when he first hit me.

“Stay the fuck! Away from me Andrew, and just so you know the next time you hear form me, it will be my lawyers serving you divorce papers” I said.

My entire body was trembling with how angry I was.

Andrew scoffed “you will be back to me Kennedie, besides all you have is that dying fucking hotel that daddy left you before-”

I did not even let him finish his statement before I closed the door in his face.

He wasn’t even worth it.

I stuffed all of my luggage into my car and drove off without looking back. 

My throat was tight and the tears burned at the back of my back of my eyelids. I wanted to cry and not the quiet kind, full on wail and ask whatever god out there that existed what I had done for my life to become such a joke.

Why Andrew chose to hurt me like this?

I switched on the radio maybe music would make me feel better but then guess what began to play?

It was fucking Gracie Abrams, “I Miss You I’m Sorry”

I quickly turned off the radio before my mood got even worse.

How perfect that that song began to play on the radio today of all days. I was almost convinced that the universe held some sort of grudge with me.

Then it began to rain heavily.

“Fucking hell!”

I hit my steering wheel so hard that I mistakenly honked really loudly and I could hear the man in the car behind me curse at me.

Without looking, I stuck my hand through the window and flipped him the bird.

Why was today just so wrong?

And trust me I get it, there were some days that were just bad days, I used to have them all of the time but this was just like a bad day on steroids. 

A series of bad events that were just happening in a loop and I swear to god I was about to snap.

The rain poured, seeming to get heavier with every second. I could hardly even see a thing anymore.

Then my car started to make wired noises, the engine hissing before it just stopped. You heard me, my car just stopped working right there in the middle of the road under a heavy storm.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!!!”

I hit my hand on the steering wheel over and over again until my fingers turned sore.

I climbed down from the car.

I did not care if I looked like a lunatic at this moment, I was way past that.

“Fucking asshole!” I screamed to the sky “I hate you, you hear me? I am just so fed up!”

There was the sound of thunder as if to tell me “well, fuck you too”

I picked up my phone from the car seat trying to call for help but there was no signal.

Literally, fuck my rotten luck.

Then I heard the sound behind me.

All the hairs on my body stood up right and there was a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Please… leave me alone”

Silence.

Then suddenly strong arms wrapped around me in a tight grip. I couldn’t even move and when I opened my mouth to scream, a cloth was pressed to my nose.

Fuck.

The world spun, my legs gave out and everything went dark.