To My Future Cheating Husband

Ava's POV: Short skirts. Check. High heels. Check. Curvy waist. Check. Blonde hair. Check. Size C breasts. Check. Ass. Check. I was the school slut. A w***e. A tramp. A b***h. I was the girl everyone wanted to be, but at the same time, they don't want to be me. My parents called me a disappointment. I didn't care. Every devious name. I've heard it all before. I'm immune to it. I'm numb. Allow me to do a little rewind, back to ninth grade. It all started with my future husband - Luke Parker. I was a freshman at the time, and he was a sophomore. He had it all. He was handsome. He was funny. He was charming. He was brilliant. I was only one of many who fell for him - head over heels at first sight. I was a cheerleader - so cliche, but he was going to become captain of the football team. So, I did everything I can to get closer to him even if it means abandoning what I genuinely love doing - ballet. Love - it's stupid. It f***s with your mind, making you do things you never thought you would do. I remembered that day clearly - spring of freshman year when Luke asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. We were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch like cliche jocks and cheerleaders - behaving as if the world revolves around us. He asked me if I wanted to f**k him in front of everyone. Like the i***t I am, I said: "Sure." We f****d that night. When he left, I cried. Despite the painful sensation between my legs, that wasn't the reason why I cried. I thought he was going to hold me that night, like the movies. I was delusional. He humps and dumps. For some unknown reason, I thought I was special until Mina Kenize arrived in town. Mina was everything I wasn't. Luke likes her. He fell for her. The four-eye anti-social nerd who had one potentially gay friend and dressed like a nanny defeated the high school queen bee. Of course, everyone who isn't a villain would root for her. It sounds like an overrated love story if you ask me. I admit, she does look comfortable though in her granny-like sweater. I did everything I can to grab his attention - even if it means sleeping around with all of his friends to make him jealous. No matter what I did, he refused to turn his attention towards me. Probably not the smartest plan. So, I threatened Mina during our junior year. It worked. Mina left town. Never once did I expect nearly twenty years later, she would return and they would reunite on top of my bed. They reunited all right, reunited with his d**k shoved inside her p***y. Twenty years and I wasn't able to get pregnant, yet with a single pump - she got knocked up. Now, here I am - sitting in the dirty streets of Chicago holding a single sheet of paper. Luke divorce me the moment he found out Mina was pregnant. He didn't even bash a single lash when he threw down a blank check telling me to write any number I want. Twenty years together and Luke became a successful businessman. Although it's not a surprise, everyone knew Luke was a smart guy who will go somewhere one day. The pitter-patter of the rain-soaked every single inch of my body - I love the rain; I always have - until now. The sky is grey, reflecting my mood. Everyone began rushing indoors as I continued sitting there, gazing at the steady stream of water floating across my toes, washing towards my high heels. I must look like a crazy lady. I clenched the phone in my hands, but there was no one to call. My parents indirectly disowned me when I decided to run away to be with Luke. My brother stopped talking to me when I slapped his wife for cheating on him. He didn't believe me. He believes her. No one listens to the black sheep of the family. My best friend, I don't even have a single friend, forget a best friend. I realized that when Luke decided to divorce me. The so-called wealthy wives around me began avoiding me like I'm a plague. Out of complete silence, the cry arose. Slow and gentle, but it rose to a wail that squeezed my chest. When it hit my ears, I fell to my knees as I threw my face over my hands, releasing the single sheet of paper. I felt a weight of sorrow press me into the cement in which I knelt. My mind clouded with pain; my heart grew cold and numb with pent up emotion. All I could do was cry. I lost everything. At that moment, I couldn't blame anyone except myself. I was the reason for my demise. The old saying was entirely correct - what goes around, comes around. Shoving my hand inside the purse, I grab the pack of cigarettes. The ones that always lay at the bottom of my bag, never touched, bringing only content. I quit smoking believing it was a vulgar action not practiced by a high-class woman, but I always held onto it - perhaps for days like this. Placing a single cigarette between my lip, I reach for the lighter and attempt to light it only to find sparks. I threw the cigarette down, "f**k!" Gathering myself up, unsteadily, I walked across the street. Each step felt heavy, filled with a heavy burden as I wrapped my arms around my trembling body. Standing there, I clenched my toes towards the cement, feeling a sudden warm sensation. A blazing honk caught my attention, and I twisted my body to see a bright light. My eyes expanded while my body froze as it came closer. The wheels burnt the air while my lungs stopped functioning. It twirled to the side, and with a single motion, it crashed onto my body, throwing me across the road. Resting my body on the ground, my eyes skewed across the grey sky as the rain splattered towards every inch of my body. Lips unconsciously tugged into a smile; my eyes began to feel heavy as I heard a faint voice rushing towards me. Throwing my lids open, a bright light rushed through it. Taking a few blinks, I glanced around to see an infinite amount of clouds "Are you f*****g me? I'm in heaven?" I yelled. I don't deserve to be here, not after the s**t I pulled. I deserve to be somewhere hotter or colder with all the decisions I made - whatever hell is like, I should've been dumped there. "Well, it's nice to know you feel comfortable enough to cuss here," a white-eyed man with blue rims appeared holding a smile on his face. "I'm dead?" I asked, ignoring his odd-looking eyeballs. He smiled, "Good to know you're not in shock." I sat down on the cloud and exhaled, "It's fine. I hate my life, anyways." I looked around, "So, do I get wings or a halo?" I grinned, placing out my hands and fluttered them like wings. "You are really positive for someone who just found out her husband cheated on her." I shrugged, "Saw it coming...He never loved me." The angel sat beside me, "You really believe he never loved you?" "I don't believe...I know," I responded, pouting my lips ever so slightly, "Afterall, I was the one who proposed to him. He even half-heartedly attended our wedding," I chuckled bitterly. "The guy called out his ex-name while we were f*****g on our honeymoon when he was drunk." The angel shook his head, "Wow." "Yeah, I know, right?" "No, I meant you...I've dealt with many people, but for the first time, I feel sad talking to a mortal." "Hey," I said. My eyes narrow, "Do we know each other?" The angel blinked a few times before he burst out laughing, "We know each other?" I sighed and stood up, then patted my clothes. "Okay, let's get this over with." He stood up and chuckled in pieces, "Get what over with?" "You are going to kick me down to hell or reincarnate me because we both damn well know I don't deserve to be in Heaven," I said, patting my bum to get ready for a rough landing. "Go for it, kick me gently please." I bent my knees to get ready for the fall. "Wow, you must hate your life." Inhaling a deep breath, I scratched my nose. "Yeah, I was a complete b***h who got what she deserves. I'm surprised no one from my past came and stabbed me for ruining their lives." He lifted a brow, "You know; I was going to help you reincarnate," he hummed, folding his arms across his white clothes while I nodded. I mean being reincarnated means, you get your slate wiped clean, right? That means I get to start over, and with that thought, I felt a bit happy. "But, let's try something else." I turned towards him, "Wh-" He kicked my stomach, "Wha-pa!" Releasing an oomph sound, my body flew out of the clouds, and I began screaming as my limbs attempted to grab onto something, anything. He looked down at me as the tears drill out of my sockets. The angel cupped his hands together. "Good luck with your second chance Ava!" "I'm going to f**k your face if I ever see it!" I shouted then continued my screams, feeling the roaring beating inside my chest. The more I fall, the quieter I got realizing it's not going to stop anytime soon. I folded my arms across my chest as my hair flung across my face. "A second chance, hmm," I said as my clothes fluttered around me, wondering just how long the fall will be. While I was still somehow falling, I promised myself that I would avoid Luke Parker no matter what - life, though, can be a bundle of a dry sense of humor. And with this second chance, I will soon realize that fate is the hunter, and I am its prey.