second chance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is not a true story. it is more of the fears that i, and probably many other women, face in a relationship. heartbreak and betrayal.

Submitted: June 28, 2017

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Second Chance Rhianna Williams

We all know that second chance. We’ve either been given it or ludicrously given one out. I fell for the begging and pleading, thinking I could finally find the good and sense in him. It was all too good. A heartbreak, a heart-wrenching sob fest, and an apology that you could only truly believe if you were in film as a blue-eyed, baby-blonde actress. I felt for him so. I really did. Until the day that second chance spell finally took its course on my heart. I turned the doorknob with anticipation of seeing him. My world. My everything. Those uniquely shaped hazel-brown eyes, unkept chestnut hair, and that butterfly effect smile. My heart swooned at the thought as I pushed the door open wide. But my expectation was short lived. My love, yes, gorgeous as ever, was there expectantly. But with him, around him rather, an unfamiliar and unwelcome figure, both embraced as if the world depended on it. The only reason for their lips to detach from one another was to fill the room with a harmonized gasp at the sight of me. The Earth stopped spinning and my head took its place. The emotions flooded in like a tsunami. Shock. Anger. Hurt. Agony. Anger again. But the one I knew from before struck the most: Betrayal He had promised. He had told me it was a one-time thing. I looked around frantically searching for hope that I had just seen everything all wrong. The discarded woman’s underwear that I did not recognize did not help. I didn’t want to see him. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. I tried to speak, but the anger flooded my mouth and I quickly closed it. I had felt this too many times before and did not want to waste anymore breath on him. I simply closed my eyes and focused on the heated tears forming in my eyes. I heard some scurrying and felt a slight brush on my shoulder. The tramp must’ve left, and she’d better had taken those unmentionables. My head continued to spin and my anger only boiled worse. I squinted my eyes harder. “It’s not what you think…I’m…Look, I’m sorry.” Those words. Those heartless, meaningless, no sense words I’ve heard him utter once before were my undoing. I opened my eyes and let him have it. “And just WHAT THE FUCK am I supposed to think?! You were with ANOTHER girl, AGAIN! I trusted you and I KNEW I shouldn’t have!” He stared at me with those eyes in shock and awe by my outburst. I stalked over to him and lifted my arm as to punch his nose. He flinched and reflexively raised his hands in defense, and I froze. For a second, he looked innocent. He looked every bit of mesmerizing as I had remembered him 2 minutes ago. And I realized the sickening truth that hurt more than all this mess. I still loved him. I didn’t want him hurt because I loved him. I dropped to my knees and sobbed. I would never get over him. I would always feel this way for him. I could not give him a chance ever again, never trust him again. But I would always love him. He bent down next to me and stroked my back hushing me. “I’m sorry. I’m a fool,” he murmured I looked up at him through tear stained eyes. “I love you. And I will always love you. The way you treated me a second time…” I chocked on tears. I could not give him a third chance. Or a fourth or fifth or even tenth. Because this is where we’d end up. “I love you, too. I do. Please. Give me ano-” I held my hand up. No. No more begging. “I will never forget you. But I’ll never forget the trust you took from me either.” I said. He looked as if he had witnessed a death. Of our relationship, maybe. “Please. No, Please,” he trembled. But I knew what was good for me. And it had nothing to do with him. “Goodbye,” I said, and left, feeling no pursuit behind me. Wise of him. I ran and finally came to a stop after what felt like decades. I looked up at the clouds as the separated from the sun, and felt a weight lifted off me. I smiled through my tears. He had his second chance. And he blew it. I was free from the heart ache, free from the worry. I was free from his spell. My love for him would burn on, but my memories of his betrayal was set forever.


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