Chapter 1- And the award to the most humiliated person, goes to me.
Chapter 1- And the award to the most humiliated person, goes to me.
I was angry, disappointed and upset.
But mostly angry, and you know what happens when Sophia Martell gets angry?
She gets talkative, like really really talkative. Not just talk, talkative but “ramble till you are practically incomprehensibly yelling”
talkative
And let’s just say, I was this close to having one of those moments. Different people did different things when they experienced
varying levels of anger.
get the
and Some people like to write down their frustration, some like to eat their annoyance and stress away, some like to cry load off their chest, some like to vent with paints and other mediums and well..some people can get destructive too.
Everyone has different ways to cope with distress. But I am different, I tend to rant. My track record of the longest rant has lasted for some good half an hour or so. Not that I time those but it get’s obvious after a while that my motor mouth needs to take a break when the person in front of me looks like they’d rather dig a hole and crawl into it rather than listen to me ramble
one more second
So people usually stay away from me when I get angry. After all, nobody likes being subjected to furious verbal diarrhea for no
particular reason
But today was different, I was not only angry, I was torn, in a better word heartbroken.
Picture this, you are humming happily as you ascend the staircase carrying two bags of food, some good old CD’s having your favorite movies, a little wine as you prepare to go to your boyfriend’s apartment, to celebrate your first year anniversary. Perfect,
right?
Not.
Now, imagine the surprise you have to face when you open the door to his apartment, humming, but the melody dies instantly in your lips as cold horror seeps into your bones. Why?
Because, of the fact, that your boyfriend of an entire year is stark naked on the couch having a freaking threesome.
How darn thoughtful
Of course, a normal human being would get up, fumble in shame and try to apologize and try to suck up to you with the classic “it ‘s not what you think.” dialogue, but no, instead your boyfriend invites you for a “foursome“. I mean for god sake, that isn’t even a proper word.
So you stand there with your reeling mind, trying to register that the person you thought loved you prioritized an orgy before your
feelings.
Anyway, that was me, half an hour ago, and the conversation between us is burned into my mind.
Flashback:
“Oh, hi Soph, you’re right on time, by the way, meet Lindy and Deb, we just got started, come on, join us!”
I stared at him in absolute disgust my mouth hanging open. If my jaw could physically unhinge then it probably would. Words
couldn’t explain the amount of thoughts that were surging through me. None of them pleasant by any means
I had a million emotions coursing through me but at that moment, disgust and anger were a close tie to the top position.
I
I was appalled, is he drunk? Or was I drunk this past one year to be with him? And just to clarify, they hadn’t just got “started” oh they were way beyond that.
That sick, disgusting bastard. I felt my stomach churn with the sight which lay right ahead of me, it was like walking into a X rated movie. God forbid, I would have nightmares now.
“What are you waiting for Soph? Foursome, would be fun.”
I looked at Ryan in utter horror.
“Are you demented? What the hell is this Ryan? Did you lose some brain cells? Or are you high right now to even have the nerve to ask me that question?
My right hand was itching dangerously to slap his face.
The blonde girls Lindy and what’s–her–name at least had the little decency to cover themselves, while Ryan was being quite an
exhibitionist.
I felt my stomach churn again. If I didn’t walk out now, I was definitely going to lose my lunch all over his living room rug.
“Come on Soph, you’re such a fail.. can’t you let go and have fun for once?”
My eyebrows were threatening to shoot out of my forehead, as anger coursed through me, so much that my vision was starting
to turn red.
He did not..
“Fail? I’ll tell you what was a fail. Your parents meeting was a fall, Your dad’s condom leaking was a fail, you scumbag!” I yelled, my left eye twitching, indicating I was really, really mad.
Under normal circumstances, my prim self would have had a panic attack listening to my vulgar threats, but right now, under these circumstances, primness be damned.
Ryan, now,
“Soph-”
ad lost his calm demeanor, he was angry now as well. He had some nerve to even attempt to be offended.
“Shut up, speak another word, and I will castrate you and the burn your balls off the face of this earth. Do not come near me. Eve r” I seethed and walked out leaving my bags there in my hurry.
Flasback ends.
My beagle Tango whined at me feet, sensing my mood and I looked down to look at him, and immediately softened, he was such an adorable thing, at least he knew I was upset.
“Ryan, was such a scum, Tango, I can’t believe this, I thought he was nice, you know? I wasted my time thinking that he could be different or he could be the one, I feel so humiliated.” I complained sadly, downing my fourth cup of ice cream.
Screw calories.
The picture of me and Ryan on the desk beside my couch got a huge wave of sadness and anger rolling in me. I couldn’t believe that I meant nothing to him, while I was thinking that he might be my future husband. I felt like smacking myself, naivety was becoming quite a trait in me.
I shouldn’t even be surprised at this point that someone had stepped all over heart.
But it hurt. Again,
It hurt because I knew that this was my fate, always.
I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Trish, my best friend’s number, she was the only person who could listen to my rants without wanting to dig her own grave.
I shut my eyes and breathed in trying to compose my breathing as I pressed the device against my ear, listening to the soft rings of her caller tune, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she picked up the phone.
My feelings as always, got the better of me. Heartbreak was pulling me apart so I didn’t bother to wait for her to speak as the frantic words tumbled out of my tongue in an all too familiar rant letting out my pent up anger and sadness.
“Trish? You know what? You were right, Ryan smelt trouble, he was trouble, that bloody ass hat, cheated on me. Cheated on our first anniversary? I mean what a great surprise gift right? I was so excited for today, I even cooked his favorite chicken parmesan, for him, for what? Oh to only find him having a goddamn threesome with two blonde w***e’s, and that douche had the nerve to call me for a foursome. Can you believe the level of nerve this guy has? That guy called me for a foursome, for god sake that is not even a proper term! But, anyway I can’t believe that he he..he is such a jerk. Ugh, I want to ram something bad up his sorry ass so hard that his founding fathers would feel it. I feel used and humiliated, Trish, I wish I had been sensible enough to listen to you, why do you have to be always right? And to think, I actually want to cry.. and I thought that my tear ducts were finally getting a well deserved break or something. But considering me, of course that would not happen. Trish, I swear, I wish
Satan had a phone number, so I could tell him to take Ryan to hell with him and pitchfork him to the deepest corners of hell, along with those bimbos who were making those googly eyes at him, I would do anything to go back in time and stop myself from meeting that cheating, trash excuse of a human being…..Trish, what do I do? I want to crawl into a hole. Why do I always go
for men who can’t be decent for once and not act like classic class A morons who think less with their brain cells but more with
their hormones? Where are all the Prince Charming’s that fairy tales lied to us about? Ugh, chivalry is dead! Correction, extinct.
Can you come over, Trish? I really need you.” I finished.
There was a long silence, I assumed Trish was taking the new plece of news in. I could hear her breathing in the other end of the
line.
een smooth
“Hello?” a deep.
My eyes widened at once.
T..Trish? I squeaked.
voice enquired and I felt my breath hitch. Hold on, a male voice?
said.
“Um, I am sorry but I am afraid, you dialed the wrong number.” The guy at the other end s
I felt heat creep up to my face.
Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse.
All this while, I was ranting to a complete stranger!?
Bite me.
1 felt like slamming my head against the table, two humiliations in a row, I was building a record. If there was an award for the
most humiliated person, then, it would go to me.
…I’m sorry, I.. thought you were my best friend Trish, and, I started ranting because, as you know, I had an extremely bad day. and I was really upset, I am so sorry, to bother you, I can’t believe I just did that, you must think of me as an utter i***t and
“Hey, breathe.” Mystery guy chuckled.
I stopped and sucked a deep breath, still feeling the heat in my face, my heartbeat ringing in my ears with embarassment and
panic.
“Oh my god, I’m such a twat.” Imuttered.
I heard him laugh at the other end of the line. Sweet baby Jesus, his laugh was beautiful enough to momentarily stop my train on
panicked thoughts.
“Don’t worry, I don’t really mind, though I am sorry about your boyfriend he needs a good slap, with a hardwood table. Had I known you, I might have knocked some sense in that boyfriend of your’s.”
“Ex–boyfriend, he fell from the pedestal, the minute he got busted.”
Mystery guy chuckled. “Yeah, sure, I hope you recover.uh…
“Sophia.” I told him, there was something about him that, just made me tell him stuff easily, he was calming in a way, I guess. And perhaps that was because he hadn’t burst out laughing at my ability to embarrass myself till now and was being mature
about it.
“It was nice talking to you Sophia, I hope I get to talk to you some other time, but right now, I have to run, I have to take my dog for a walk, she’s getting restless as we speak.”
I smiled, so he was a dog person like me, I wondered if his dog and Tango would get along. Animal lovers are known sensitive than a normal person, so was this fellow a sensitive guy with a sweet disposition?
Wait what? Brain shut up, you don’t even know this guy, he is an utter stranger for crying out loud.
“Uh.. Sophia?”
I snapped from my thoughts.
“Huh? Sorry. I was thinking about something.. I do get carried away with my thoughts..” I admitted meekly.
“I figured Mystery guy chuckled. There was a dog’s whine in the background.
be more
“Okay, I have to go now, Roxy might just as well drag me out, bye Sophia.”
“Um..yeah, bye…uh?” I stuttered like a loon.
“Austin.” He said, and cut the call, leaving me in a whirlwind of thoughts.
Austin Austin…
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