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Summer
“Are you fucking serious?”I feel like my eyes will burn from the sight. “I can’t even right now!” I say with disdain as I slam the door to the bedroom.
I spin on my heel, my body rigid and my blood boiling from what I just saw in the room. The sound of my heels on the tile floor is all I hear as I dash to the kitchen counter for my purse.
Fuck this. I don’t need to be treated like a piece of shit from someone who isn’t worthy of my time. I walk over to the hall closet and grab one of the spare duffel bags on the top of the shelf and slam the door.
I walk around the living room and grab what is mine and cramming it in the bag as the bedroom door flies open.
“Sum! Sum!” Colin calls out while walking down the short hallway of the apartment that we both share. He sees me across the room and starts in my direction. “It’s not what it looks like,” he pleads.
“Are you kidding? Your dick in someone else is,” I laugh, “not what it looks like? You are fucking extra. You’re a scumbag Colin, a fucking scumbag, and I’m done.” I turn around and make my way to the other part of the living room, pulling some books off the bookshelf.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
“I’m getting some of my shit, I can’t believe I thought that you were better than that.”
“Listen,” he starts.
“No, you listen. That bitch is still in the bedroom, the bedroom that you and I have shared for the past six months. You don’t get to ask me to listen to you. I’m done. I’ll be back later to grab the rest of my stuff. This relationship is so fucking over.” I move around him and grab my purse with its contents falling over the hardwood floor.
Colin comes to my side, hands me things that I swiftly pull from his hands and stuff back into my purse. I say nothing to him as I finish adding my belongings back to the safety of my purse.
“I don’t know why you have so much crap in that thing,” he shakes his head standing.
“It’s none of your fucking business,” I sneer at him as the bedroom door opens.
“Colin?” Her tiny voice calls out while her small body fills the space of the doorway.
“Your slut is calling, Colin, you better go to her.”
“Summer, c’mon, can we just talk about this?”
“There’s nothing to say, I’ll return my keys to the property manager as soon as my stuff is out of here.” I walk to the front door, turn around for one last look of the apartment that I loved that is now tarnished, and exit.
I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of my car before the tears begin to fall.
Why do I always date the jerks?
I’ve been dating Colin for a year and we’ve been living together for the past six months. I met him in a bar and ignored the things that people would say about his promiscuous ways and how he’s never really been in a committed relationship, but I thought that he and I together were different.
I knew, deep down, that Colin was never the guy that I was going to marry. Hell, I’m not even sure that I want to get married. Ever.
Going at the rate that I am at thirty, it could very well be non existent for my future.
I hit the steering wheel and take a deep breath.
One. Two. Three.
I pull out my phone and call my girlfriend, Sloane.
“Sloane here,” she answers.
“I need you,” I say immediately.
“Are you okay?” She asks with concern in her tone.
