A really bad day

Sheila's POV

“Alan…” I whispered unbelievably.

He froze and turned to meet my gaze. “Sheila! What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?” He said and got up to quickly dress up.

Phoebe scowled at me and used the bed sheet to cover her nudity, refusing to move an inch or show any atom of remorse. She even had the guts to try to drag Alan back to the bed but Alan refused and wore his shorts, looking at me with a surprised expression.

“Why?”

That was the only word I could say to Alan as I stared at the only man I had ever loved in my life. The pain of his betrayal was too much for me to bear as I collapsed to the floor looking at him with tears in my eyes.

I had gone through a lot of phases in my life but this one right here was very hard for me to accept.

“I..I…We…”

“You don't need to explain anything to her, babe,” Phoebe suddenly interrupted Alan and glared at me. “What were you actually thinking, Sheila? That you would eventually marry Alan and play the Cinderella story with a happily ever after?”

“You!” I stood up immediately from the floor and pointed at Phoebe. “Haven't you done enough? Haven't you ruined my life already? You and your wicked mother were the reason I left home! You both treated me like trash and made my life so unbearable that I had to leave! Why would you ruin my life again? You have tons of men dying to be with you; Why must it be Alan? Why?!!!!”

Phoebe stood up and walked close to me, chuckling. “It's not my fault you were born unlucky, is it? You and your shameless whore of a mother.”

Anger immediately replaced the hurt of betrayal I was feeling as I slapped Phoebe hard on the face. “How dare you call my mother a whore? How dare you!”

She screamed angrily and lunged at me. I threw in all I got in me and started beating the living daylight out of her. I had been dreaming for the day I would finally have the opportunity to beat the crap out of Phoebe for the years of pain and sorrow her mother had put me through while I was living with them.

I remembered the countless times I was forced to go to bed without dinner and the numerous house chores I had to do just to be able to eat. The countless punishments I received whenever Phoebe lied against me and the beatings I endured from my step mother because I looked like my mother.

Countless times I had tried to run away from home but couldn't because of my mother's health condition, but when I finally turned 18 and got a job, I got my chance and packed my bags to live with Alan.

This was the opportunity I had to pour out the anger and bitterness I felt in my heart toward Phoebe and her mother for all the time they made me feel frustrated and dejected. Phoebe had broken the last straw by sleeping with my man!

“Stop it! Stop fighting!” Alan yelled and stepped in between the two of us. He pushed me hard, causing me to hit my waist on the bedside drawer while he held Phoebe tenderly asking her if she was okay.

The pain I felt when I saw them together was far greater than the pain I felt in my waist. I clenched my fist and managed to stand up and wiped away the blood on my lips.

“Listen Sheila, I can no longer tolerate your animalistic behavior anymore. Just get out of my house right this minute!” Alan yelled furiously at me.

“Is that it? So you're just going to throw away our relationship of five years! What did I ever do to deserve this? What?” I screamed at Alan as fresh, hot tears flowed from my eyes while I angrily tried to wipe them off.

“I love Phoebe, Sheila, deal with it. With her father's influence, she was able to get me a job and even bought a car for me. But what have you done for me all these years other than acting like an old, dutiful housewife?” Alan said with disgust.

“Then why did you choose to be with me? Why did you choose to deceive me? Because I was helping you get a raise and promotion, right? I thought you loved me and we were going to get married! Why the hell did you propose to me?” I shouted at him as I threw the lamp on the stand at him.

He dodged it and stared angrily at me. “Leave Sheila! I want nothing to do with you anymore! You're nothing but just a pain in the ass, I can't deal with your madness!”

“Apparently, love doesn't put food on your table, buy you a car and certainly doesn't pay the bills,” Phoebe added mockingly and moved to kiss Alan, smirking proudly at me.

I wiped my tears and coldly looked at both of them. They were not worth my tears at all; they didn't deserve a tiny drop!

I went to the living room, uncorked the wine I got for his birthday and took one large gulp straight from the bottle. My head felt like it was exploding with all the emotions pent up in me.

Picking up the watch, I kept it in my pocket, and unwrapped the cake I had bought for his birthday and strode back to the bedroom.

Angrily, I threw the cake right at his disgusting, cheating face and yelled, “Happy birthday to you! I wish you many years of pain and regrets! May you experience the pain you caused me in a million folds, asshole!”

“Hey, come and pack your disgusting luggages! I don't want to see them in MY boyfriend's house anymore!” Phoebe yelled at me, but I didn't answer.

When I got to the door, I gave them one last cold look. “I hope you both rot in hell,” and slammed the door on them.

I felt like crying all over again, but I took my deep breath and tried to be strong. I felt like my life was over as I wandered in the street.

Why was life being so unfair to me? I had no close friend I could stay with, eat a bowl of ice cream, and watch a movie series just to clear my head. I had no best friend who would hug me and listen to me as I vent out my emotions; I was just alone.

I've spent years taking care of my mother, working hard at the cafe to earn a living and taking care of that scumbag like an 'old, dutiful housewife’ and barely had time to even make one good friend I could rely on.

I headed to the hospital where my sick mother was admitted and stayed with her. She was so happy when she heard I was going to spend the night with her; I couldn't bring myself to tell what had happened because I knew it would crush her.

Alan's betrayal made me feel like the most foolish woman in the world and I hated myself for loving him with my heart. He certainly broke something within me…. something I don't think could ever be mended again.