She stood up frantically, the blanket dropping to reveal
her naked body as she clung unto him.
“Francis...You love me...You still do don’t you?’
He smirked, cocking his head to the left and rolling his
eyes to the right towards her. He said to her quietly
stressing each word “if you don’t get your whore body
away from me right now Debby, I swear by the time
am through with you no one will recognize you, not
even those idiot you sleep around with will want to
have anything to do with you “.
She gasped both at the words coming from him and
the formidable look he gave her. She immediately
recoiled from him, making no attempt to cover her
body; she hurdled in a corner, her face in her hands
sobbing.
He returns the box back into his pocket and taking a
few step s towards the door he stopped. Taking
another look at her-
“I hate you Deborah…….. For using the love I have for
you against me.” He opened the door and left,
slamming the door behind him.
Debby immediately wiped her face with her hands
while climbing down from the bed; she slowly walked
to the other part of the room and stopped in front of a
wooden box hanging on the wall. On it was boldly
written “FIRST AID” she opened it and dipping her right
hand inside, she brought a small container which she
opened hurriedly and brought to her lip. She tilted her
chin up as the content from the container found their
way into her mouth. Shutting her eyes as the taste of
the pills hit her; she swallowed as she replaced the
cover of the container, taking it with her while
forgetting to close the FIRST AID BOX.
Taking few strides to her standing mirror, she stopped
as she examined herself in the mirror, her face
expressionless as she remembered that her fiancé had
just caught her in bed with her ex.
She hissed and walked to the bathroom.
She sighed as the cold water from the shower ran
down her warm naked body, and so many thoughts
began to find their way in her mind.
How could she have forgotten it was their
anniversary…