Chapter 4 – Life, I am not your personal comedian, stop messing with me!
ou gotta do it. You can do it. Come on.” Alex coaxed me, like father who was urging his constipated kid to take a s**1.
“Soph, you
I gulped.
Winner’s never quit, and quitter’s never win.
Yes, I could do it.
1 puffed out my cheeks and walked out of the car with my chin held high. I am the boss. I could do this.
One step.
Who’s the boss?
Two step. I’m the boss.
Three step
Splat
Ouch.
Lhuffed, feeling the dirt stick to my face as I very ceremoniously announced myself as a klutz by face planting myself on Ryan’s
driveway.
Sometimes I wonder why God forgot to smack me silly with the lucky stick, what had I done to have bad luck stuck to me like it was a lamb and I was effin Mary.
Why couldn’t i be like those super amazing women in movies who could face their cheating boyfriend like fireballs?
But no, In Sophia–land you get to face plant your body and your last traces of self respect onto your boyfriends very rocky driveway.
Just dandy
“Jesus, Sophia, are you okay?” Alex hurried behind me, picking me up.
“I’m fine.” I grumbled, rubbing the gravelly dirt off my face and clothes.
Alex shook his head, and helped my get to my feet.
“How are you even alive? With y
your motor skills, I am surprised you haven’t thrown yourself under a monster truck.”
“I’m clumsy, Alex, not mental. Now, go.”
Alex raised his hands in defense and retreated to his car.
He mouthed ‘All the best dork to me and drove away but knowing him, I knew he would be waiting for my call at the café. downtown, knowing me being me, he might have to come and step in soon, to be Mr. Superhéro
I rubbed my sweaty palms against my jeans and pulled the sleeves of my sweater lower so that they could engulf my entire hand
in them as I walked to Ryan’s front door. I had refused Alex’s offer to join me inside. This was matter was Ryan and mine, and we had to handle it ourselves.
The ten boxes rested outside Ryan’s front door, courtesy Alex.
Memories. They flashed through my mind as I walked to the door. His smile, his eyes, his laugh, his words, his kisses….
Fake. Every single thing was fake.
A sense of courage that was triggered by my anger coursed through me as I trudged up the porch steps feeling my heart hammer against my rib cage like a woodpecker on high.
I stood outside the door a part, of me debating whether I should run away or stay
What if he was busy banging some Lindy or some Yolanda right this minute, upstairs in his bedroom?
No, Sophia, shut up.
I pressed the doorbell and the familiar ding resonated inside.
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Tick, tock, tick, tock. I could hear the ticking of my watch as the lump grew in my throat. I felt as if Ryan would dump an atom bomb on me once the door would open, like he was USA and I was his Hiroshima, Nagasaki.
Just as I was about to turn to leave, the door opened, revealing a very rugged Ryan. He had a scruff on his face and his face was
tousled with his usual ‘bedhead‘ look.
Ryan’s eyes widened a little before they returned to their normal stare, but his mouth formed into a sly smirk.
“I knew y
you wouldn’t be able to stay away from me, babe.”
My eyes narrowed at him, glaring at him.
No change at all in this jerk.
I took smaller sized box from the stack and shoved it on his face.
“Don’t get your hopes high, dipshit. I came here to return your crap back, not to have a pansy party so don’t you dare “babe‘ me because we are never getting back together. Like, ever.”
I pulled a Taylor Swift on him! Some body give me a high five!
I picked another box to shove at his face when Ryan grabbed my hand and yanked me inside the house.
And me being the klutz with two cruddy left feet crashed into his chest and dropped the box on the floor as the content’s rattled
noisily inside.
Ryan took full advantage of my lost equilibrium and wrapped his arms around me pushing me against the door as the door
clicked shut under my weight.
Since, I’m about to be murdered. I would like to say that, I love you Trish, Tango, Alex Blake, Mary
“Your’e still the same.” he breathed against my neck as his finger’s traced patterns on my neck.
I felt my skin crawl under the very touch that not even a month ago made my heart do pirhouette after pirhouette. I tried to wiggle out of his grip but his grip was strong, too strong for my liking.
“We will never be over, babe. You will always be mine.” He whispered huskily dipping his head to kiss my soft spot. He knew it
was my weakness.
“Let go of me.” I demanded, gritting my teeth, not liking this at all. If he didn’t leave me right now, then I would be more than happy to barf all over his face.
He pulled away from me only to grab a fistful of my hair, I winced as he tugged roughly against the roots.
“Don’t act bossy with me! I’m your boyfriend.”
I glared at him.
“No. What you are is delusional.” I spat.
His grip on my hair tightened as he held my chin painfully boring his grey eyes into mine.
A chill ran down my spine. I knew things were not going to pretty now. I couldn’t recognize this Ryan. He was definitely not the Ryan I had fallen for, this was a darker version of him…more psychotic.
My phone rang in my hand and I saw Austin’s caller name flashing on the screen.
I gulped as I watched Ryan’s features harden as I watched him read the username. I knew how possessive he could be.
“Oh, so you started seeing other guys too, you w***e?” He hissed pulling at my hair.
I winced feeling the tears sting at the back of my eyes as I hit the ‘reject‘ button and pushed the phone in my back pocket, hiding
it from the Ryan, the phone rang again, and I silently prayed Austin would stop calling. And fortunately, he did.
“You are mine, you little slut. Get that through your pretty little mind.” He hissed as he mashed his lips against mine.
I froze, as heat swiveled inside me.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I let his lips crash painfully against mine, I could feel blood in my tongue. I wanted to spit but I knew fighting against his iron grip would be a waste, I just had to wait till his grip loosened. I could feel the tears welling behind my closed lids.
Ryan’s hands pawed my breasts and that’s when he slacked. I could feel the rage course through me as I pushed against his hold and slapped him hard across the face. The satisfying smack was enough to confirm that the slap would leave a bruise.
*f**k you.” I hissed wiping away Ryan’s kiss and the blood from my split lip with the back of my hand before bolting out of his house, letting a tear escape.
Life, I am not your personal comedian, Stop messing with me!
That f*****g bastard was screwed in the head.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
I wiped my tears and opened the text feeling bile rise at the back of my throat.
It was Ryan-
You will be mine.
Yashie
How are you doing my lovelles? Who else wants to whack Ryan? Raise you hands and let me know!
