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In my ex’s bed
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Her poison, His antidote In my ex’s bed
My mind was a jumble of confusion as i tried to piece together the events of the night before. The stranger…..the one whose car i had entered. I hurriedly got off the bed, Austin’s house wasn’t the best place to be right now. As I tried to move, my head swam violently, and i almost fell due to the alcohol i took the previous night. I steadied myself against the nightstand, my heart hammering against my ribs. How did I get here? Of all places... The soft, gray sheets, the crafted art on the walls, it was undeniably his. A wave of nausea, unrelated to the hangover, washed over me. I needed to leave before he found me here. The memory of our last encounter was a fresh wound, and this was the last place i ever wanted to be. Tiptoeing unsteadily, i picked up my shoes and made my way to the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Peeking through the crack, i saw the spacious living room and a figure asleep on the large sofa. It was him. The stranger. Holding my breath, I crept past
Her poison, His antidote Chapter 5- mr green eyes
I spent the following morning trying to watch a cartoon series recommended by Netflix, as much as i loved to watch my cartoons, it didn’t sink in, I was staring at the screen with no sense of sight in me. By 8pm in the evening I prepared for the club my make up done, I didn't put on the little black dress this time. That was a costume for a different role,the brave artist, the woman holding it together. Tonight required something else. I pulled on a pair of red heels, short red denim skirtand a simple white silk tank top. I smudged a bit of concealer around my eyes, not to enhance them, but to cover them.I left my hair down, my signature blonde cloud now feeling less like a romantic feature and more like a veil, a bit of personal privacy in public. As soon as I arrived at the club, it was already pulsating with energy. The light cast a riot of colors across the crowded dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, The echo of conversation and laughter
Her poison, His antidote Chapter 4- finding me
My thumb slid across the screen, not to answer, but to send the call to a silence deeper than any voicemail. I powered the phone off. The world didn’t end. The pavement beneath my feet stayed solid. I took the third step, then the fourth and more. One minute I walked out of Alberth lounge then the next I was collapsing into the backseat of a pigoet, gasping for air. The taxi ride home was a blur of streetlights and a low hum of radio talk. I kept the phone off, a dead weight in my lap. The silence it represented felt like the only thing I controlled. Back in my apartment, the stillness was a physical presence. I toasted a slice of bread, forced down a few bites, the food tasting like ash. The act felt ridiculous, nourishing a body that housed a completely shattered spirit. But I did it anyways. The thought of Eleanor’s offer enveloped me,how she spoken, how she looked at me…I didn’t deserve any of this from both Austin and his mother,I thought of her last statement, “He
Her poison, His antidote Chapter 3 - Eleanor rail
I could barely sleep through the night,I tossed and turned the whole night replaying every bit of Eleanor’s words Questions running freely through my mind. Every sane instinct screamed to turn down her request, to bury myself in blankets and block out the world. To heal or to shatter, in private. Meeting his mother was the last thing I should do. It was like walking into the lion’s den while still bleeding. But a sharper, more dangerous curiosity hooked into me. Austin had lied with smiles and kisses. His mother, I knew,never approved of me. So why is she asking to meet me? Especially now that she knows I am done with her son. I spent the whole morning trying to arrive at the best decision. At exactly 12pm, I got dressed,prepared to see Eleanor. I was not sure what to wear,so picked out a purple dress I had only worn once,didn’t do much on my face, at 1pm, I was on my way. "Take me to the Absinthe Lounge. On the outskirts.” I said as I hailed a taxi, my voice strangely
Her poison, His antidote Chapter 2- Broken
The screen glowed an unsaved number. The drop in my stomach was so violent it felt like falling from a tree. The warmth vanished, replaced by a wash of disappointment. it wasn’t him. He was probably still asleep, untroubled, or already charming someone new in his office. I was an idiot. “Hello?” My voice was like that of a stranger, rough with sleep and lost hope. "Ava Thompson?" A woman’s voice, bright, and professional, "This is Clara Vance from The Modernist Group. I am so sorry for the early call!" A client. A potential client, The words registered somewhere in the logical part of my brain, but they bounced off quickly to the cold hurt that filled every other part of me. She was talking about my latest art series, my Fragmented Light series. She was at the studio and She would love to pop in. My studio!, The word flashed image of canvases, the smell of colours, a version of myself with paint in hair and purpose in eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed, a reminder o
Her poison, His antidote Chapter 1 - Son of a bitch!
I stormed into the office building, my heels echoing on the polished marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee and polished leather smelled in the air, but it couldn't hide the taste of betrayal on my tongue. The receptionist's eyes widened as I slammed my palm onto the desk. "Where is he?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. The receptionist, a petite blonde haired woman with a sharp gaze, stammered, "I... I am s-sorry, ma, how may i ...” I leaned in, my voice dripping with annoyance. "That lying, cheating, son of a…” I spat out the words . "Tell me where Austin Rail is, or so help me...” My words hung in the air with the promise of an incoming chaos. I kicked off my heels, the soft thud of my feet on the cool floor an opposite to the anger growing inside of me. I picked up my shoes, my long hair dangling behind me. The whispers and gasps followed me, but I didn't care. I was a woman on a mission, fueled by fury and a broken heart. The elevator doors slid open, and I
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