Three Years

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


Melissa confronts her boyfriend over a text she saw

Submitted: May 21, 2018

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Three Years

 

I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door. My boyfriend of three years answered the door with a smile and a couple wine coolers.

“Jules! That was fast. Couldn’t wait to see…me…,” Ben trailed off once he saw my face.

Tears began streaming down my face, probably making a mess of my makeup. “I can’t believe you. I can’t….”

“Wait, Melissa, why don’t you come inside?” Ben pleaded as he stepped aside to try and coax me inside.

“Why? So I can see what kind of romantic evening you had planned for my sister? You’re an asshole! How could you do this to me? You took me to look at rings! I thought we were...,” I shouted. I could no longer hold back my sobs. I could feel my heart being crushed inside my chest.

“This isn’t—I mean, I haven’t done anything with her. I just, we just spend some time together,” Ben stammered.

“’Spend some time together’?! That’s what you call this? I saw the messages, Ben,” I shrieked. The door to the apartment next door cracked open, but I ignored it. “You’ve been flirting with my sister for months and just the other day you told her she was ‘way more flexible than Melissa’. How could you lie like this?” My voice was getting louder with every word; I couldn’t help it.

“Melissa, calm down, will you? You’re causing a scene,” Ben begged, keeping his voice down.

“Good! I want everyone in this complex to know that Benjamin Tidwell is a liar and a cheating asshole!” I screamed. I heard more doors open and the people in the pool below stopped splashing around. “He cheated on me with my sister after three years together!” My voice was cracking and my hand came back black when I wiped away tears, but I didn’t care. I kept going. “I drove him to the hospital when his dumb ass ran over his own hand on a skateboard. I even told his parents that the broken fingers were from a car door!”

“Melissa, please, stop. You’re being ridiculous!” Ben yelled.

“Me? Ridiculous? You’re gonna lose the only girl willing to put up with your weird pranks and disgusting hygiene.”

“Julia is just as hot as you and nowhere near as crazy! I should’ve picked her from the start!”

“If she wants a seat at the table during Thanksgiving, she’ll stay far away from you,” I spat. “And I bet you’ll think twice now that Dad isn’t paying for her boob job anymore!”

Ben hesitated for a moment before shouting, “I don’t care! I don’t want anything to do with you or your psycho family anyway! You really think it’s hard for me to get a date?”

“You’re gonna have to move to Mars to find a date once I’m done with you, you dick!” I screamed.

“At least I wouldn’t have to see you on Mars, bitch,” Ben hissed before slamming the door.

I turned on my heel and whipped out my phone. I was all ready to drag his reputation through the mud on every form of social media.


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