Heartbroken

Nortia's POV

I had my hands wrapped firmly around the blue boxed wristwatch I had just gotten from a high end designer shop.

A smile cascaded my face while I pictured the look on his face, he was going to love it. Maxwell had mentioned he wanted this once and I had decided to get it for him, although it had taken more effort than required, numerous hours at work, it was worth it.

My feet traipsed up the steps as I headed to the room we both shared, a bottle of wine in one hand while the box was firmly grasped to the other.

I hummed a song while contemplating on the perfect song to play. It was going to be our first night together, and I couldn't stop the thud of my heart.

My eyes strayed to my finger while I chugged in a chuckle, who knows,I might be getting a ring, it was a milestone anyways,five years of being together.

My feet came to a screeching stop, a hand around the door knob while I shook my head trying to push away the thoughts that swarmed my head.

“ It isn't him, stop overreacting” I whispered to myself at the moans I overheard.

My throat parched while my feet seemed to be stuck as I tried to walk in, the door nudged open with a shove, and the wine clattered to the tiled marble tiles, crimson drizzled on me.

Tears welled up in my eyes which I forced back down, as I asked.

“ What is going on here?” My voice came out in a whisper, a sharp contrast to how I felt inside. My heart pleading to be let out.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, forcing it down but it remained stuck.

Maxwell had his hands fisted on a lady's hair as he pounded into her.

“I asked a question, what do you think you are doing?”

“Oh please shut up” the voice uttered, flicking her gaze at me as she shoved Maxwell off, placing a shirt on.

“ What exactly is she doing here? I thought you mentioned she wouldn't be coming in here?”

I bit hard on my lips.

“Samantha…” I called, my legs wobbling.

“Maxwell….” I shrieked out, hands weaving through my hair.

“What exactly is going on here?” I demanded.

He wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her to himself in a yank, while my eyes trained on them.

The box slipped to the ground, my eyes widened in shock while I patted my chest, hoping it would alleviate the pain that I felt.

“ Are you blind? I am having a good time”

“ A good time? With my cousin?”

“And so what? I had someone who loved me, and was ready to get into bed with me at all times, not some boring nun” disgust laced his words.

“You loved me, you said you do, today was supposed to be our fifth year anniversary and I was going to give myself to you, I…was…I…”

He flipped his wrist at me.

“ Oh please, shut the fuck up, is it too hard to see? I never love you, Nortia. All I felt for you was pity, were you so blind? Who exactly would fall in love with you? When last did you take a good look at yourself in the mirror? You look messed up”

“And disgusting,” Samantha added, bursting out in peals of laughter.

“ Unlike my precious beauty over here, you are nothing to write home about, let's end this already, I had five years coping with you, one more day and I am sure I will end up crazy”

I shook my head, attempting to hold his wrist.

“ Please don't…don't do this to me. I was ready to do everything, I was…”

“ Get the hell out of my house! You were my biggest mistake”

My feet gave way underneath me as I was forced out, the door slammed on my face.

My fist pounded the door pleading for him to listen, to give me an opportunity to make things right, but when the moans rented the air, I squeezed my eyes shut.

My eyes stung, but I couldn't let them down, I wasn't going to give them the leisure of hearing me shed a tear.

My eyes ran through the blue gown I had on, one that I had gotten just for today, but had been tainted with wine.

My hands clenched on my gown as I walked out, my feet glided across the pavement while I tried to stay sane.

“ I wasn't the problem” I tried to convince myself as I stood in front of a window as I took a glance at myself.

“ I am beautiful” the words caught in my throat because that was far from the truth, I wasn't anymore. If I had been a tad bit as beautiful as Samantha, then maybe he wouldn't have left.

I shook my head, trying to think of where to go, going back home was out of the question already.

When I saw the neon color illuminating a bar sign. I walked in, plopping on the seat in front of the bartender.

“ A gin and tonic please”

“ Coming right up”

“Do you have anything stronger? I will pay for it”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Concern laced his voice as he questioned to which I nodded.

“ I can.”

I accepted the glass nudged toward me. “More, I will pay” I slipped dollar bills into his hands, waiting.

“Miss”

My palm slammed the table.

“ I want more, please” I was ready to do whatever it was to get the thoughts of them out of my mind, the ones that told me they had gone over and over at it again and they still were.

A tear sneaked down my cheek, and another.

I waved him off, attempting to explain that it wasn't that but I shook my head.

My head buzzed as I glanced around, I exhaled deeply, flipping my head to the side when I felt nauseous, a palm went over my mouth.

I pushed myself up, racing toward the bathroom when I bumped into a figure, retching on his shirt.

My head curved into a bow while I slipped a hand into my bag.

“Boss, should I?” I shook my head, trying to take a look at his face.

His eyes, coral blues drilled into me. He had a finger at his assistant.

“Here” I slammed a dollar bill into his palm, forcing it in when he gazed at me.

“What for?”

“ I wrecked your shirt, I know it isn't that expensive so it should be enough to get a new one”

“What do you think you are…?” I threw the assistant a sizzling glance before walking past.

The man burst into cackles when I was a few steps away, uttering words that came out jumbled to me.

“ This is the first time I am receiving money from a woman, who is she?”