Donald's heart could not stop beating fast. He was very agitated. Every stride was quick and almost not thought about. His burning curiosity was the driving force of his motion. "Seeing is believing. Go and see for yourself." The words of Lucy kept on echoing in his head. As much as he didn't want to believe it, he knew that the lady spoke to him with great confidence. Lucy knew what she was doing to his head. The man, as innocent as his feelings were, had no idea that he was about to fall headlong into the devil's pit. "Jennifer," he muttered under his breath as he kept moving. Soon, he was standing right in front of the door. The room number read "3-0-6". This was the place. All he had to do was to break in and feed his eyes with whatever shit was going on there. But he could not seem to move a muscle. His legs seemed to have been injected with a paralysis poison. His heart was tearing apart. He could feel it. Damn it! A part of him still longed for her. He desperately wante
Donald returned home as a shadow of himself. He was devastated beyond imagination. Not even in his wildest imagination could he have thought that the woman he loved dearly would do such a thing to him. He felt betrayed, completely betrayed,by Jennifer. "Jennifer, why?!!" He yelled out in frustration as he stormed into his living room. The thought of how the dude must have undressed his woman was driving him crazy. All he could hear were the moaning sounds of Jennifer in his head. He needed to cool off. He had to forget it all. But how? Would that even be possible? Wine! He needed wine. He found his way around the house and grabbed a few bottles. Then, he returned to the living room and let his whole weight fall on a couch. He found a way out. The wine would help. Without sparing a single second, he ripped the seal of a bottle and emptied it all in a twinkle of an eye. Then, be moved to the next and to the next. Before he could know it, a few empty bottles were littered on the fl
The next morning, Jennifer was still lying down in the hotel room without any idea of what had ensued throughout the night. As innocent as she was,how could she have possibly expected a betrayal from someone she could trust even with her own life? It was after a couple of hours into the day that the bell to the room began to ring. "Mmmh," she muttered under her breath as she stretched her length on the entire bed. The young lady was yet to realize the situation of her environment. She rolled from one corner of the bed to the other. Her mind was totally out and get to grasp the sound of the bell ringing through the entire room. "Good afternoon, Miss Jennifer," a digital voice said through an intercom device in the room. Her ears clicked. What was that? She ignores it and tried to get more of her relaxation. But the voice didn't go away from her. "Please, ma'am, if you are safe and can hear us, you should respond by opening the door." It became obvious to her the voice
Jennifer was staring at the message from Donald in shock and utter bewilderment. There was no sense to it. "After everything,this is how you choose to pay me back for my love. I gave you my heart. But you chose to break it. I regret ever having to come across a whore of a lady like you. This relationship is over!!!" Jennifer could not believe what her eyes had just read. That definitely didn't come from her man. What was going on? "No,no,no. No!!!" She yelled out of frustration. "This isn't happening." She dialed Donald's line and pushed the phone to her ear. "Take your call. Take your call." Anxiety had gripped every part of her body and soul. Her eyes kept on flashing about the room. What could have happened in the room? She didn't fuck someone,did she? That seemed to be the case. Who owned the shirt? How did the condoms get in there? She dialed his line again. One ring…two rings…three rings…then,the voice came, "The number you are trying to reach is busy." She
Jennifer could not believe her eyes. Her best friend was in her man's house. Why would she be there? It definitely had to be a prank. The two obviously plotted the whole thing together. But this prank was too extreme for her to be relaxed. A sheepish laughter escaped her mouth. The innocent damsel was fighting the thought of her man cheating on her with her best friend. "And what's freaking funny to this bitch?" Donald asked in a very irritated tone. Bitch? Jennifer was still trying to ignore the remarks. "Good morning, Jennifer," Lucy greeted her. "Lucy… tell me…tell me this whole thing is a prank," she stuttered. Lucy smiled broadly. "Come on, sweetheart. You don't really expect me to tell you a lie, do you?" "Then… you mean.. you mean this whole thing is not—" Her eyes caught something and her words were left hanging in the air. Lucy was wearing Donald's shirt on her body. Jennifer knew that particular shirt because it held a memory for her. She had it made f
Few moments later after Jennifer was bundled out of his house, Donald found himself on the floor of his room, drooling in a pool of his own mess. He had consumed a few bottles of alcohol and was slowly becoming a shadow of himself. While he clutched a bottle in his right hand,the left was holding dearly on to a picture of the woman he had given his heart to for a really long time. He had drops of tears making their escapes from the borders of his eyes. "Why…why, Jennifer?" He muttered under his breath and gulped at his wine. He had flashes of memories, from the time he met her first, to the first night they spent out in the summer. How was he going to forget how they met for the first time? On that winter night,he was supposed to meet his date in a park. But somehow, his date didn't show up and left him waiting under the life threatening cold of the icy night. That night, Jennifer was the good girl who offered him an extra sweater and took him to safety. It was the pureness of her
The next day, as at noon, Jennifer was still curled up in her bed with no clear signs of getting up anytime soon. Her world was filled with misery and the light seemed to have been completely blocked from her path. Why? Just why did she have to be in darkness? After everything, it ended like this. Her heart could not stop bleeding. It was not just that the man she loved with every bit of her had thrown her away from him, but the reason behind it that threatened to tear her heart out of her chest. She had been betrayed by Lucy. Maybe both of them had been seeing each other behind her. If not, there had to be no reason for Lucy to end up in her man's shirt so easily. She had that shirt custom made for him. While she was still there, having those flashes of the past roam about her thoughts, she heard her bell ring. At first,she didn't bother. After all, she had no other person in her life who would care to visit her. No friends. No family. Lucy and Donald were the only friends and fami
A couple of days later, Jennifer was still battling with her new reality. Donald meant the whole world to her. Not even in her wildest imaginations could she have thought that Donald would leave her for Lucy. Her mind was made up. She would put in effort to get her man back. "We are here, ma'am," the driver of the cab said to her as he pulled over and halted his move. But Jennifer was not paying attention. Her mind was totally away from reality. She kept on skating through the times, beautiful moments,that she had spent with Donald. It was all her fault. If only she had been sensitive enough, she would have seen this coming. Her thought brought back the gold ring incident. The rings weren't different. Donald probably bought the pair and gave one to Lucy. Damn it! Could he really have proposed to Lucy while he was still with her? Jennifer's heart could not stop beating fast. "Excuse me, ma'am," the cab driver said and tapped her. Jennifer was returned to reality. "Oh, yeah. Uhm