PAINFUL BREAK UP

"Leo, for the sake of the alleged love you've professed to have for me over the past two years, answer me! I need to understand where I erred. That's the least you owe me." I fume.

"Sorry, Ellie, but you and I both fully knew well that this love was doomed from the beginning. Perhaps we were simply not meant to be."

I need someone to wake me up.

"Why? because of the fact that I am engaged to a stranger, whose name I do not even know? We have discussed this topic a thousand times, Leo, and I have made my stand on it quite plain to you." I approach his hazy vision slowly as a result of my tears. I take his hands in mine. "Leo, I'm fighting for us. I care love you so much that I would do anything for us, even defying my own father. Leo, we can work this out. We can resolve this."

"No. Ellie! We have to stop deluding ourselves. We have no control over what will inevitably occur. We are powerless to your father. We can't oppose him. There is nothing we can possibly do."

"Yes, we can! Sure, Leo. Let's flee! To a different nation, a different city. I don't mind moving to another continent. Just you and I. Take me far away from this unfair lunacy, Leo. Take me away. Let's..."

"Sh.." My ranting is interrupted as he places his finger on my mouth. Even before he starts speaking, I can tell from the way his hazel eyes are staring at me that what I just mumbled is purely absurd to him.

"Ellie! Wake up! The world can be turned upside down and heaven moved to earth if your father, Richard Riccaford, so desires especially if it involves her daughter and her idiotic boyfriend. Ellie, as much I love you, this won't work. We ought not to have come this far to begin with."

"This is it, then?" I release his hands, and we both take a step back to make room for one another.

"Ellie, it's for the best! You have an unchangeable fate awaiting you tomorrow. You will start a new life and I have to do the same. We are powerless to intervene."

"I was fighting for you, Leo. For us. Because of the intense love I believed we shared. If you knew you wouldn't support me to the very end, why then did you allow us come this far, huh? Why did you have to humiliate me this way, make me feel like trash, and hurting me this much? Is screwing that whore - bitch on my bed, your greatest idea for getting me to see sense?"

"The deed is done, ELLIE! And we don't stand a chance against your father."

I weep. Bitterly!

Today, unlike other times, he has absolutely no desire to console me right at all. He is not my kind, gentle Leo who couldn't stand to see even a tear or a hint of despair in my eyes. Despite the fact that he caused me this anguish, he is watching me cry from a safe distance as I think of all of the wonderful dreams we shared and the future plans we made—dreams that he has just trashed like they meant nothing. Plans that he has fucked deep into the deepest corner of that hole he was drilling earlier and stuck them there.

Turning around, I glare at the bed, still covered in the fresh wet stains of their cum. Their abhorrent act's foul odor is still permeating the space. I'm still replaying the scene in my head when I came upon him pounding gloriously into her and her wailing his name with equal glory.

How immoral can this would get? No, how immoral can they get? If I had discovered them in a hotel or some other location, it could have been a little simpler for me, but in my bed? If it had been some other filthy bitch, I could have understood, but my stepsister?

"How long has it been going on? Is she a better f*cker than I am?" It accidentally rolled off my lips as I was just thinking. I wipe away my tears as I wait a decade for his response. Shouldn't he be prepared with the answers considering the hard balls it took for him to bring her into my bed?

"some months back."

Months?

Months!

They've been screwing each one for months? How did I not notice it?

"I must compliment you both for keeping your forbidden affair so carefully private. You two were so adept at concealment that..."

"Ellie, you drowned yourself in work. You just work—work, work, and more work. Do you remember the last time we went out even just for a simple dinner? You come home completely wasted, and still with some excess baggage of loads of work."

"Did I ever deny you sex, Leo? Anytime you were accessible, I was always ready for you. How could you possibly utter such a thing to me?"

"That wasn't enough."

"And you sort satisfaction from her? How reprehensibly insensitive of you."

"I'M SORRY, OKAY? Insulting me won't accomplish anything. You drifted off. Your marriage contract made me aware that our relationship was always at the edge. I wasn't sure what to do. I was lost, and she was there, ready to listen when I was in need, and..."

"Offer her body to you like the cheap tramp that she is."

"Call it what you want, but the fact is that she bridged the chasm you put between us."

What a jerk! He is boldly blaming me for their immorality while he justifies it? Unbelievable! I just can't believe this!

I give him a cold, devil-like glare as I stand in front of him. Right now, I can't even read his ugly face. This impression on his face is leaving me puzzled.

I spend minutes examining his features, searching for any trace of the man I once fell in love with. I have been dating this guy for two friggin years, and I've known him for three goodfucking years. The man in whom I had such high regard and confidence in. I can't identify the man in front of me today since my mind is so foggy.

A filthy stranger, is all he seems and feels to me. A filthy stranger!

After scanning him and failing to recognize him, I take a step back.

I have experienced more drawbacks from being a Riccaford than advantages. My father required me to comply with his ordes. Since the day I was born, I've let him tell me what to do and what not to do. He had the notion for what I did and who I am today. He still has control over my future as it is. I disagree with how he treated me, treating me like a puppet with no autonomy over my life, but there are two things he taught me that I will entirely be grateful for: self-worth and independence.

This moron, was the love of my life. I loved him so much, and God knows it. However, everything has a limit. I love and respect myself way too much to false myself on an idiot like him. I guess this is where it all ends. To hell with the hopes and plans we shared, to hell with my clinging to this phony love, and to hell with my belief that he will be the one to rescue me from my impending doom tomorrow. Fuck all the time I wasted with him!

This battle is now mine alone!

"Ellie..."

"You know what I most regret? It is deceiving me into thinking that you actually loved me, and me placing my entire faith in you." I say, calmly.

"You know that I did."

To cut him off, I extend my index finger.

"It will take more than simply screwing my sister or fucking any other useless bitch to break miss Riccaford, Leo. I will eventually get past the hurt and resentment I feel towards you. That was such a cheap move for a man! Nonetheless, I will set both of us free. Go and be with her or any other bitch that you damn please because I, ELLIE MARRIE RICCAFORD, BREAK UP WITH YOU, LEO DYLAN THEODORE!"

His hazel eyes lose the gleam that formerly lit up his face, which goes somber. He must be experiencing ego-related distress. His egotism was constant. It's strange how that increased my adoration for him. Nevertheless, I have no time now to stroke his ego.

My pride and self-respect were touched. I will never be able to forget that. Infidelity is unforgivable!

After grabbing his tee and shirt from the floor, he stomps out of my house and my life, leaving me wondering how on earth I'm going to get him out of my heart.

Life, is such a screw!

My tears begin to flow again as I crouch on the floor, trying to stay as far away from this awful bed as I can. However, they do not last long as my phone soon begins to ring from the spot where it had earlier fallen to the floor.

The fact that my father's name is on the screen as I reach for it makes the situation even worse. Can life stop just fucking me this hard today! It's hurting too much!

"Papa." I greet, attempting to contain my tears.

"Dear, hello! My memory of tomorrow's day almost failed me. Please come over. We need to talk about a few things ahead of the party tomorrow."

"Alright, Papa! I am.. I will head over there right away."

I drop the call, and close my eyes, reminiscing on how my life is taking a sharp turn.

Do I still need to fight this cursed fate? What for? The idiot that I was fighting for has discarded me like I meant absolutely nothing to him.