Valentine's Day

Opening the bedroom door, I stepped through the doorway. I walked over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. I kicked my heels off and threw my jacket on the dresser.

I heard the front door open and some clattering in the hallway. I pushed myself up and waited for him to walk through the door.

I wasn't supposed to be home until late tonight but I got off work early and wanted to surprise him. I am a worker at the bookstore in town. Usually I don't get home until later because the library opens late and closes late. Tonight I got to leave early because it was Valentine's day in three days.

"Bedrooms this way," I heard from the hallway. I slowly stood up. Who would be in the flat with him? The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open.

In the doorway stood a tall bleach blonde girl pressed up against him. They were locked in a heated makeout session, with her large breast spilling out of her dress and rubbing up against him. He had his hands on her bum and her arms were around his neck. They were rubbing up against each other aggressively as they stumbled around.

They stumbled closer to the bed, not realizing I was here. She slipped off her heels as they stumbled and he began to peel off his shirt. I froze. I couldn't move or speak. But I had to. I had to give him a piece of my mind before I broke down in tears.

"How dare you," I finally screeched.

Startled, the couple broke apart. The blonde fell onto the bed while he starred at me in shock.

"Jo it's not what you think," he tried to say. I laughed before continuing.

"Not what I think? Because it looks like my boyfriend of almost three years is about to have sex with some girl that is not his girlfriend," I screamed at him. I quickly grabbed my jacket and went to grab my shoes.

"Jo we weren't going to...we were just...it's not like that," he stuttered.

"Oh give me a break," I screamed. I grabbed my shoes and laid my jacket over my arm.

The blonde had the guts to smirk at the scene and even wave me goodbye. If I wasn't this mad at him, I would be going at her too.

"Jo wait," he said as I got to the bedroom door. I whirled around and pointed my finger at his chest, pushing him back a little with every jab.

"My name is Joey," I said calmly. "And there is no waiting anymore. I waited for you to get a job while I started paying for YOUR rent. I waited while you TRIED to graduate from college. I waited while I watched my dream crash and burn because of YOU. I am done waiting."

I turned back around and stormed downstairs. I heard heavy footsteps following me. It just made me walk faster. Sure I have always wanted a guy to run after me when we fight but not now. Not after I caught him cheating on me.

"Jo, please," he begged when I reached the living room.

I lashed out and grabbed the closest thing to me. It was a framed picture of us on Valentine's day last year. We looked happy and in love. I hate that phrase...in love. How can you know that what you feel is real love? I thought I loved him and look how that turned out.

I threw it at him. If he didn't have such good reflexes, I would have been able to hit him in the face. But he ducked a second before the picture would have hit him. It shattered as it hit the wall behind him with a resounding crash.

I turned and threw the front door open. I usually walk, ride the bus, or take my skateboard to work. I grabbed my skateboard, always placed by the door, and walked out into the hallway. I took the stairs, so that if he went after me he couldn't catch me in the elevator. I flew down the stairs, pulling on my jacket as I went.

"Joey," he yelled down the stairs after me. I picked up the speed and practically ran for the door.

I pushed open the door and stepped into the cool rain. I put my skateboard down and prepared to take off. Suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist. I whipped around to glare at him.

Pulling my hand back, I let it fly. His head snapped to the side, his cheek turned bright red, and I thought I saw tears spring to his eyes. It felt so good to take all my anger out on him, just once. My hand stung a little but it was worth it.

"No more," I said, my voice dangerously low. I shook off his grip and took off down the street.

Tears welled in my eyes but I willed them not to fall. I pushed myself to go as fast as I could to the only place I could think of going right now.

I glance back, only once, and saw him standing there with his hand to his cheek. He watched me leave and didn't even try to follow anymore. He's smarter than I give him credit for. Anyone could tell that if you come near me, I will lash out. I just hope the girls know I won't freak out at them.

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