Part 4

I could not bare the sight of him, everything about him that used to get me so excited started to disgust me, I noticed how disgusting the eye twitch he did was and how not so amazing his body was (okay that’s not entirely true, I’m just hating)…. He leaned forward closer to my lips, not minding the other girl there he tried to kiss me… I felt ‘disgust’ like no other…. His breath was the worst I had smelt in my life and believe me when I say I have encountered really shitty breath…  Instinctively, I would have stormed out after that heartbreaking nightmare, but his grip was firm and aggressive plus he was high(intoxicated)… I really didn't want him to hit me and blame it on the alcohol later so I kept my cool in the midst of the ciaos going on in my head, I was heartbroken but my brain was still pretty much functioning(never mess with a high nigga lol)… As he was about to make another move while saying in what seemed like a chant “baby I love you, I’m sorry baby…you made me do this, you never have my time and you never give me sex not even a blow job.. you don’t pay enough attention, i just want you close, you don't have my time....” he kept going on and on, moving closer at every word he said… suddenly!, we heard a knock on the door….for a moment he didn't care and paid no attention to the continuous bang on the door… After a while and the distracting noise refused to fade, he stomped out of the room through the passage to open the door… I rose my head slowly to look at Mona(the pretend cousin sleeping with my boyfriend)…I looked up with so much hate in my heart knowing I will meet an unrepentant face staring back.. the kind of face that says “I fucked your man, so what”…the mere thought of that brought rage to my heart and every part of me… Finally, I looked into the betrayers eyes…surprisingly I saw a sober person, she gazed at me with her eyes looking like her soul was begging my forgiveness… I tried my best to ignore it and keep the rage going… In the midst of this betrayal I found myself forgiving her deep down in my heart, I couldn't fight the process… I saw a tear roll down her cheek, then and there I knew she wasn't pretending to be my friend, she wasn't pretending to like me, but I just couldn't phantom why she would have sex with Neil (even tho he has a huge D..*clears throat then adjusts halo) when she knew how much he means to.. Well, “meant” to me now…

He walked in with 3 of his friends, all merry and talking about how stoned they planned on getting.. As they entered the room they saw Mona staring remorsefully at the corner of the room, which drew their attention to me... There i was pressing myself tightly against the wall hoping it will just swallow me and end this trauma...I could see how shocked Wayne, Tony and Patrick were... but it was also obvious they knew about Mona (i was the only clueless fool) and that even hurt more..( God punish all those our boyfriends pals that know he's cheating on us but still call us "our one and only wife"*straight face) ... i saw the pity his friends looked at me with, i  was so embarrassed.... i finally got the courage to storm out of the room... as i took my last step out of the room, i felt a huge palm with an iron grip and an unopposed force pulled me back violently...i fell straight to the ground, still trying to process what had just happened, he dragged me back into the room carelessly... i got up, grew a little more courage and screamed, "you fucked up junky fooo..." before i could complete the last word "fool" i felt a gush of wind and a mallet like induced pain rush through my cheek to every part of my face then through my body... i blacked out for about 3 seconds, then i looked back up, stubbornly with the intention of reigning more insults on him but i received 4 more continuous dozes of that deafening slap.. I inhaled what seemed to feel like my last breath, my eyes shot tight filled with hot tears... His friends rushed to hold him down (foolish people, after 5 slaps)... A part of me wanted  to stay stubborn and still insult him more, but my wiser side got control of my reflex so I took to my heels, running as fast as my feet could carry me... I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to face... I didn't even care who was looking, all I did was run...

i took the next cab to my hostel... i got to my room, not saying a word to anyone i dove on my bed and cried miserably until i slept off, finally...i woke up the next morning with the worst migraine ever... i picked up phone to call a friend for medication then i saw i had over 30 missed calls and numerous apology texts...apparently he was sober now, i was so disgusted at his excuses, he gave the most stupid excuses in the texts... i dumped my phone so i wont have anything to remind me of him or last night but thoughts of the trauma from the previous day clouded my mind through out that day and weeks after...no matter how much i tried to forget it, he was all over in my head....i did everything possible to stay away and avoid Neil... Even when we saw in public i treated him like a stranger but that didn't stop him from apologizing, he still did at every opportunity he got... I was still very much in love with him....but how could i? how could i let him back in and act like he wasn't the author of the worst day of life?.. i would be a fool to give him a second chance, what would i do if that event ever happened again, or had a part 2 or a reloaded version? I'll be miserable... i made up my mind, and i locked him outta my heart and life...i refused to even be just friends with him....
A lot of people said i over reacted and i should have given him another chance just for the sake that he really seemed sorry...sometimes i feel that way too, that i over reacted.....
 I was a fool once, But I promise I'll never go through such trauma and embarrassment again in my life... it was like Hell on earth... I'm smarter and stronger...by the way,  I'm Adriana...