Predicted Love

2 | Cheaters and Liars

Walking back into my apartment after the long day I have, I slip my shoes off and leave them behind the door onto the rack. "Jake I'm home..." My eyes widen when I see a pair of red heels on the metal black rack besides my boyfriends, then I slowly rise my head to see a red leather coat hung onto the coat hanger.

Biting onto my lips I close my eyes and shake my head; this is probably his mother’s, right? I throw her coat onto the floor with her heels. My legs begin rushing towards our bedroom down the hallway, I hear grunts and shake my head once more swallowing my tears. "Jake!" I shout his name aloud.

My hands reach the handle for my bedroom and I push it open revealing him and another blonde woman in my bed. "Babe? What are you doing here?"

"I live here, the question is what the f**k are you doing?" He pushes the woman of his body and onto the bed before standing up. My heart was demolished, I really thought he was a genuine person but instead I see him here with another woman. I understood that I never wanted to have s*x and all because I wanted him to be the right person.

"It isn't what it looks like." He lets out and I nod my head taking my socks off, I bent over and grabbed my high heels. "No, it isn't, so it isn't you cheating on me? Oh my god you..." I threw the heel directly at him before I walk up to him and punching him straight in the face.

"WHAT THE f**k?" The girl shouts and I turn to her allowing myself to not attack her but the man that’s in front of me. "After everything I have done for you..." I breathed in heavily feeling tears escape my eyes but I quickly wipe them away.

"I was going to break up with you..." He lets out.

"Oh really? Oh my god I want to shoot you in the f*****g head, you get the f**k out of my house." I shouted towards the blonde-haired women who grabs the covers over her bare breast rushing out of the bedroom. "Why?"

"You nag me." He grabs his trousers and slips them on with his shirt and shoes before pushing past me and calling out the woman's name.

"You think that I nag you?" I murmur as my boyfriend begins packing his stuff from our apartment, he continues packing his clothes and I walk up to him.

"That’s all you do, all you do is nag me, the bathroom is a mess, I need to get a job, nothing I ever do is good enough for you. I just want to be left the hell alone." He shouts across the room as I chuck at a book at him for shouting at me.

Nothing heals, the past like time but for me it never heals. He knew every single detail about my past life, he was my best friend maybe this was a mistake. "Really is that what you want Jake, is that what you want?" I turn walking up to him away from the island as my feet collide against the oak flooring.

"Yeah."

"Is that what you want?"

"YES!"

"Fine great do what the hell you want, you leave your socks around the house, dress like a pig and play your stupid ass video games but I don't care I'm done, do what you want. GET OUT." I rush towards the bedroom and take all his shirts from the draw and walk back to him.

I open the window and he shake his head telling me not to dare do it, I chuck them out and allow them to fly in whatever direction. My eyes begin watering but I wipe them away not wanting him to see them.

"I'm done, I'm done I don't deserve this. I deserve someone who gives a s**t. I'm not spending one more second in this life with some inconsiderate prick. You're a prick!" I let out before hearing an alarm go on both of our phones. Sliding my own out of my pocket my eyes widen when I notice it was my birthday, happy eighteenth to me huh? My eyes glance towards Jake who stood there not saying anything. "Why can't I feel anything?" I whispered glancing up at Jake who closes his eyes in return.

"Because Ava I found my soulmate and we-we locked our relationship." He murmurs zipping up his trouser belt before slipping his bare White shirt. I breathed in pointing to the door.

"Get out." I protested pushing his chest towards the door as the tears I tried so hard to keep inside pure out of my eyes. "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!" I shouted pushing him over and over again before slamming the door shut. My back hits the back of the door sliding towards the oak brown floors. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a child and I look toward the window, as if the light could soothe me.

There is static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress I live with. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of me I didn't know I had left to give. That's the way it is when people are hard. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see.

I was crying because I was hurt, but because I was afraid of being alone. Did I even love Jake? Or was I using him to not feel alone. I grab onto the door handle pulling myself up as I stumble towards the fridge in the kitchen. I sling it open allowing my eyes to be devoured by the fresh stacked wine.

I pour a lot into my wine glass, sliding it between my fingers I take a first sip allowing the liquid to rush down my throat. "Happy birthday to me..." I whispered allowing a whole chunk of wine. The question that irritated me the most was...if Jake-

He wasn't my soulmate, so who was?

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"AVA! WAKE UP!" I groaned lifting my head from the kitchen table of my workplace and looked at Maria shaking her head as she tapped her foot. "Ava, what time did you sleep yesterday?" She asked folding her arms over her chest.

Her blonde hair was in a tight bun behind her head and her blue eyes stared into my own as I let out a small laugh, "I didn't sleep, I couldn't, my soulmate was getting a f*****g tattoo." Her eyes widened as she sat beside me.

"Soulmate? Is it Jake? Explain to me." I sighed at the thought of Jake and shook my head not only to see her smile lift up even higher in happiness after I told her everything of what happened that night.

Why the f**k was she happy?

"What are you smiling about?" She shrugged her shoulder while washing the dishes in the sink before giving me a glance with a smirk.

"I hated the bastard, but anyways who do you think it is?" That’s the question I wanted to know, that’s the only question I would pay a million dollars to if I had that in cash.

"I don't know, but I need to go out and serve because the boss is looking at us and I'm not bothered to get fired, I have rent to pay." She nodded her head handing me my note pad and pen.

I fixed my tight bun behind my head and opened the first few buttons of my shirt since that’s as the dress code here, "Ava you will take the table at the front, table one. They are important people."

My boss said as I left the kitchen into the open ballroom full of people chattering, laughing and crying all around. I looked up at the chandelier and smiled at the memory of me and my mother dancing.

My mother passed away when I was ten, leaving me with my so-called father who abused me every day and sexually assaulted me but he never r***d me. I still remembered all he bruises that were scattered around my body and the pain I went through.

I used to blame my mother on marrying such a man but when you find your soulmate there is no going back anymore. Walking up to a table full of men who were smoking cigars and laughing.

"Hello, may I take your orders?" I asked looking at them before hearing whistles coming out besides me and here begins the cat calling. "Yeah, can I take your number and you home?" The laughter busted out from all of them and I rolled my eyes feeling disgusted at the old men.

"No, now can I take your orders?" I referred once more; I see anger flooding in the man’s eye of embarrassment. He probably wasn't used to getting turned down from other females.

They never answered so I rolled my eyes turning away before I jerked forwards feeling a slap against my below. This definitely wasn't my soulmates, I turned around in anger and stared at the man.

My hands were raised and ready to slap him only for it to get caught in his hands, "Do you want a death wish young lady?" He spat out as he held me by the neck.

"f**k you, get the f**k of me." I returned glaring him in the eyes, he lets out a small laugh nodding his head before throwing me towards the floor.

"What is the meaning of this Ava?" I picked myself up feeling my nose bleeding, slowly wiping it I looked towards my boss who glared at me.

"He-"

"She was being rude, disgusting and I want her fired otherwise I won't ever come back here again." The old man said and my eyes widened before my boss lets out a small apology and grabbing my wrist pulling me away.

I hear them laugh once more and close my eyes, like I said we never get our ways. "Grab your things and leave." I scoffed at him before ripping my hand away from his touch staring into his eyes in absolute frustration.

"Leave? Leave for what reason, he slapped my-"

"I don't want to hear anything, Ava you're fired. Hand me you card and leave the premises." I tinged at the sound of his voice and nodded my head before slapping him straight across the face and throwing my key card onto the floor.

"f**k you and this job!" Throwing my apron onto the floor, I grabbed my things and left the restaurant only noticing the huge mistake I made.

Just as I reached my car, I threw my bag inside and shut the door reaching the driver’s door. That’s when I feel my self being slammed against my car’s windshield and I cry in agony. "This is what you get hoe." He slammed my head against the windshield of my car again allowing it to shatter in pieces, I groaned grabbing my forehead.

I tried to attack him back but I couldn't, my head was burning and I was feeling dizzy. "Men, beat her up." He let go of me and I rested against the floor my back against the tyre of my front car holding onto my head.

"S-stop." I whispered hearing more footsteps come towards me.