A Bad Day

"Just kill them. I don't want to see them again."

 

I've had 2-3 drinks, and I'm starting to feel strange about my body and my feelings. The influence of alcohol made me emotional, so at that moment, I was crying again.

 

I stared sarcastically. Right now, my throat felt like a small fire was burning, and I was getting thirsty.

 

I only saw a glass of clear water with an olive in it. I took it instead of gulping it down slowly. I drank it like plain water.

 

"Damn those two!" I cursed Martin and Bianca, my hands clenched tightly, my eyes heated up, and tears again flowed warmly down my cheeks for the umpteenth time.

 

My tears just spilled out without even trying. My heart ached so much that something seemed to squeeze it tightly.

I prepared everything with great enthusiasm throughout the day. As I worked, I was so excited to imagine what Martin's reaction would be like. I finished all my tasks early. I continued to work without leaving my desk even when lunchtime came to avoid the usual overtime work.

 

I left the office earlier than usual, ignoring the strange looks from my colleagues, who found it unusual to see me leave earlier than them. I didn't care when they teased me with their little giggles. My mind was on Martin, the man I was dating and who continued to dominate my thoughts.

 

I prepared everything from a congratulatory cake for him and some balloons and a bouquet I tucked in for him. After preparing for more than two hours, I headed to his apartment, which was quite far from my office.

 

It wasn't without effort that I prepared all that. I, who, of course, knew the password to her apartment, entered without contacting her. Because surprises don't have to be done secretly, so I sneaked in slowly.

 

Unfortunately, the surprise I prepared for her didn't end up being a surprise for her. But also for me. As I walked into his apartment, I heard a sigh echoing inside.

 

"Don't stop. Please keep doing it... Ah, wait a minute, hold on, baby." The sighing sound was getting louder, and her voice was so familiar to my ears.

 

I walked toward the origin of the sound. Then, my feet froze in place suddenly. I stood there momentarily, my face immobile and rigid, my eyes rounded to stare at Martin, who was in a state without a single thread on the body of a woman, who I vaguely saw as my best friend, Caroline.

 

"I can't take it anymore," Martin said in a heavy, struggling voice.

 

So disgusting!

They looked like animals in heat. Something in my stomach moved up. I was nauseous and wanted to vomit.

 

Caroline was on her back, her face down, with the restraints holding her body in place. She had her pussy pressed against Martin's, who was now kneeling, holding Caroline's legs around his waist as he thrust her waist back and forth with great vigor.

 

Those uncivilized humans!

My reflexes disappeared, what I held in my hand fell to the floor, the 2 hours of preparation ruined in a split second.

 

"Daphne.... W-what are you doing there?" He asked with a shocked face.

 

I was stunned by his stupid question.

I knew then that he wasn't expecting me at all, of course, because he was having a great time moving wildly over Caroline's body. I couldn't figure out how Caroline could be that vulgar, maintaining Martin's body position by locking onto the man's waist with her legs wrapped around it. Caroline didn't care when I caught them in their disgusting behavior.

 

"I-I can explain, Daphne!" He exclaimed as he tried to break away from Caroline, who now looked like a bitch in front of me.

 

I could tell my friendship with her was over today. I stared at her wide-eyed. My eyes were so hot I couldn't blink at them. "You fucking asshole!" I cursed them, my hands clenched tightly. My chest rose and fell uncontrollably due to my heavy breathing. "I can't believe you two did this to me!"

 

I tried hard to control myself in front of them, my body shaking violently, looking at the two who were currently still clinging to each other without being busy covering their bodies. Forget about Martin, who was busy trying to break free. He did it only because he felt the situation was awkward, not because he felt bad for me.

 

"Immoral humans! I'm sick of seeing you guys." I turned away from there. Whatever curses I said to them wouldn't make my pain subside, and I didn't want to see them any longer, either.

 

My whole body shivered with disgust at the sight of them. They didn't feel sorry for me at all. Because not even Martin chased me out.

 

Just then, I went straight for a passing taxi. I shouted to stop it, "Taxi!"

 

As soon as it stopped, I got into it. The taxi driver looked at me and spoke, "Where are we going, miss?" I turned my head the other way because I didn't want anyone to see my current face and point out the mess I was in.

 

My cheeks were a bit wet and warm as my tears started to fall without me being able to hold them back anymore. I wiped them off swiftly, pretending like I was doing my makeup. "Hoven," I mentioned where I lived.

 

"Yes, miss." The taxi started walking away from there.

 

I was very disappointed. My vision was currently blurred, staring out of the window. The lights, whose light seemed like dots in my eyes, now seemed biased because of my tear-filled eyes.

 

"Martin is a jerk," I muttered under my breath. I squeezed my hand tightly and placed it on my chest. The journey home felt like it was slower than usual.

 

As the taxi pulled up, I pulled some money from my bag. "Here," I said to the driver before he even asked and looked at me. I quickly opened the door and got out of there without turning around. I could feel the taxi had already left me.

 

I stared at my door for a moment. But my destination was not my room, but the basement room on the house's ground floor. It was my father' private bar. It wasn't the first time I'd come, but it would be the first time I'd drink there since I'd never touched alcohol.

 

I went inside, sitting at a bar table. Staring at the shelves with glass bottles arranged there. My eyes fell on the martini bottle. Dad had told me that martinis were appetizers, and this time, I would try one.

 

Here I am since I've been drinking it, accompanied by an empty sloki and several bottles of rum and beer to cocktails. I tasted them one by one to see which one was strong enough to subvert me.

 

But the effects of the alcohol didn't do much to distract me from what I was experiencing. The pounding in my heart was like pounding in my chest, to the point where I wanted to just let it out so I wouldn't be tormented.

 

What Martin did today hurt me so much. Two-year relationship was ruined by betrayal.

 

What exactly had I done to deserve such cruel treatment from the two of them?

 

"Martin is a jerk. He knows that I love him very much. I was even willing to follow whatever he told me." I squeezed the dress I was wearing, letting the satin fabric roll up in my hands.

 

All this time, Martin had been conservative with me. He never touched me. He also said a woman should care for the children at home and serve her husband. I didn't mind at all if I had to sacrifice my career when we got married, but instead, he betrayed me by sleeping with another woman who was my best friend.

 

What a jerk!

I wiped away my tears and then stared at the street outside. It wasn't long before the taxi stopped. I quickly took out some money from my bag.

 

I poured the martini bottle back into my glass. Each time I drank it, I wanted more and more. I wanted something stronger, something that would make me fall asleep quickly and forget about today.

 

"How could they be that mean to me?" I couldn't understand these two.

 

Surprisingly, my crying was now punctuated with laughter. I turned my head in the other direction. My nose smelled the familiar scent of cologne. It was sweet and getting stronger as it approached. I stare vaguely at the body of a man wearing a black shirt that fits his body. His abdominal muscles are visible, wrapped in the thin shirt. I'm sure the sweet scent that teased my nose was coming from him.

 

"Daphne, what are you doing here?" The man's voice sounded deep, and I was familiar with that baritone voice.

 

I lifted my head to see and answer him. "Me?" I pointed at myself with the glass in my hand. "Partying, of course." I giggled pitifully.

 

He looked at me with some confusion. "You've never been like this before."

 

"I'm like this because of the pain I feel!" I patted my chest vigorously, but suddenly, the man restrained my hand. Our eyes met, and he stayed there without taking his eyes off me.

"Stop that. It's only hurting you."

 

As I looked up at him, my vision, which was originally faint, now appeared clear so that I recognized the figure of the handsome man. I was currently staring at Asher Lytton, the popular, handsome guy.

 

I pushed his hand away. His blank face could not comfort me. "Asher Lytton, let go of my hand. Stay out of my business." I raised my hand and gestured for him to get away from me. "I had a hard day today, so let me have some fun."

 

I could feel Asher watching me. But I didn't care about him, because of the presence of people I knew, I was crying. "Martin cheated on me with my own best friend, Caroline." I laughed bitterly, then turned my body towards the bar counter.

 

My emotions came rushing back. "You son of a bitch! Go to hell." I kicked the table, and accidentally, a glass larger than me filled with clear yellow water spilled on my clothes.

 

I looked down at my wet clothes flatly. "Ridiculous," I said, then a few seconds later, my head seemed to spin.

 

I staggered backward, landing on something that felt solid but smelled so enticing. Vaguely, I opened my eyes and saw Asher holding my body, so I landed in Asher's arms, more precisely against his flat, muscular, warm stomach.