Chapter 2
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Eve's Pov:
"Oh f**k, you are so tight!" Mike's groaning voice comes.
I can recognise this voice anywhere.
It's him...
"f**k baby, you feel so good!"
"More than Eve ?"That girl asks.
Shivers go down my neck when I recognise this voice.
It's Lucy! His best friend!
"Don't mention that ominous girl, baby! That girl never let me touch her! Oh f**k!! So good!" Mike's voice comes, and I don't even realize when tears start to run down my cheeks.
My heart shatters as I hear their moans and groans.
"Ahh, even after dating for so long? Ohhh, yessss!!"
Slap*Slap*Slap
"f**k yeah, just like that baby! That b***h never let me lay a hand on her. Always pretending to be a pure and shy girl when she has almost slept with half of our college! Uhhh, I would have never dated her if I knew she was so boring!"
I close my eyes and run away from there, not able to listen anymore.
How... how could he do this to me?
How could he cheat on me?!
He said I pretended to be a pure girl and slept with half of our college?!
When I just wanted to wait till we got married?
How could he?
This is not the Mike I have known. My Mike would never say something like this.
How could he play me like this?
I run till I am out of breath, panting. I crouch down besides the road not caring if people laugh at me .
Tears fall down from my eyes like a goddamn flood!
It hurts...
How could he...
When I was working my ass off just to save up money and surprise him, he was busy f*****g his best friend, whom he always assured me was just a friend.
Just a FRIEND!
How ironic!
I don't know how long I cry before getting up and walking aimlessly.
Before long, I find myself in front of a bar.
I go inside and sit down on a stool.
"Waiter!" I call the waiter and ask for alcohol.
They say alcohol cures everything, don't they? Well, it's just perfect. I have many things to fix. I am tired of everything. Tired of my family, tired of working my ass off just to provide for myself, tired of being betrayed.
Why is it always me...
I only had him, and he too had to betray me.
He could have just told me if he didn't want me, why did he play me like this?
Good job, Mike!
I will change my f*****g name if I don't pay you back for this pain, you asshole.
I am done keeping quiet and being everyone's stepping stone.
I chunk down my drink and cough as a burning sensation settles in my throat.
Damn! Does it hurt so much every time someone drinks? How can people drink so much if it burns this much?
I push the glass away and ask for a glass of cold water.
I take out my phone from my bag and dial Jules's number.
My vision starts to get unclear and blurry as I look for her number.
Huh? Why are there two phones in my hand?
Did I win a lottery?
"Eve?"Jules's voice comes, and I start to feel happy suddenly.
"Julieeeeee !!" I say grinning. Why am I feeling so lightheaded suddenly?
"Eve, are you drunk ?"Jules asks, and I giggle looking around.
"Julieeee!"
"Yeah?"
"I am so sad." I say. My eyes turn teary, and the ache in my heart seems to magnify by ten folds.
Fuck, whoever said alcohol fix's everything?!
"He cheated on me, Jule... He cheated on me!" I start to cry while telling her everything.
"That bastard! I knew he wasn't how he pretended to be. He was too good to be true. I told you, I saw him with a girl last month." She says angrily.
"I - I am sorry, Jules for not believing you."
"Don't be sorry, Eve. You were just too blind in love."
"It hurts, it hurts so much, Jules!" I say sobbing
"Shhhh... I know it hurts, but he didn't deserve you, babe. It's good that you guys broke up."
Break up?
Oh yeah, I didn't break up with him yet.
No. I won't break up till I teach him a lesson.
All my dreams and wishes are shattered just because of him. Because it was all with him. Everything I had ever thought of, dreamt of, wished for...It was all with him and for him. He was the only one in my life who showed me love and affection. Who cared for me?
But now I find out that it was all fake? All along? How will I let go? I loved him!
Tears roll down my eyes, and my vision starts to blur as I keep the phone on the table, ignoring what Jules is saying, and cover my face with my hands.
Was letting go always supposed to be this painful?
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