Chapter 2

• Kayla's pov
• I ran up the stairs faster than I've ever run in my life, my grip on the railing tight as my chest.
• And when I got to his room, I threw It open and froze in shock. My legs gave way and I fell to my knees as I had my hand over my mouth, watching a blonde woman lying in the arms of Chris. My boyfriend of two years. My first love.
• They were evidently naked underneath the sheets and the room smelt of them- it was disgusting.
• My muffled cries caused my heart to ache, and without thinking, I moved close to the bed. The blonde girl was no other than Stephanie, my study pal back at school.
• We stopped keeping in touch when I travelled out of town for my mother's health recovery, But I would never have guessed she was fucking my boyfriend behind my back.
• Suddenly, her eyes slowly began opening, and in her groggy state, I could see she recognized me, because the next second, her eyes widened and she jolted out of sleep, sitting back on the bed like she was splashed on the face with cold water.
• Her movements caused Chris to wake up. He groaned.
• "What is it… " he starts saying, but when he follows her eyes to where I stood staring at them with my tear stricken face, his eyes widened.
• "Kayla? What are you doing here?"
• "What am I doing here?" My tears were choking me, my heart hurt so much that I couldn't find the words to express how hurt and angry I was at that moment. "What is she doing here?"
• He suddenly crawled off the bed, shamelessly naked as he tried to grab hold of me, but I stepped back, my eyes moving from him to Stephanie who was so ashamed and embarrassed that she couldn't look me in the face.
• "Kayla just listen to me. This never meant to happen. She just came over for a few drinks and… "
• "Bullshit!" I snapped and glared at him, avoiding his touch before turning to Stephanie.
• "How long have this been going on?"
• She parted her lips to speak, and I cut in…
• "The least you could do is tell me the truth. How long have this been going on?"
• "Kayla just hear me out. This is between you and me, not her." Chris starts saying, already pulling his briefs up his legs hurriedly.
• "Answer me!" I ignored Chris, growling angrily at her, my tears blinding my vision, and yet I could see her guiltily bite her lip before she blurted.
• "It started b- b before your mom got sick," I could feel my heart shatter at her words that I just stood there like a frozen statue, unable to move, even when Chris grabbed my arm and made to pull me out of the room, I couldn't even move an inch. "I swear the first time was a mistake Kayla, but… "
• "No." I closed my eyes and swallowed. "That's all I needed to hear." With that, I turned to Chris, realizing my arm was in his grip, and before he could utter a word, I swung my palm through the air and let it land hard on his cheek.
• He abruptly let go of me, his hand on his sore cheek, staring at me in disbelief, like the thought of me actually standing up to him never crossed his mind.
• "I knew I wasn't there for you most of the time because of my mom, but seriously? Chris you were even fucking her before I travelled out of town." I held my face in my hands, feeling ashamed. All those times we spoke on the phone while I was in the hospital, all those times we exchanged 'I love you's, all those times we stayed planning our future marriage after school. "God, I feel like such a fool."
• "Kayla maybe you should understand that I'm also human too. Your mom is sick, so what? Big deal. She's not going to remain bed ridden forever," I turn to him with my jaw to the ground, wondering If the same person saying this was the same man I was in love with. My mum had stage three cancer! "What about me Kayla? I get to stay in this house all alone. You didn't even let me have sex with you like a normal girlfriend would let her boyfriend of two years- always talking about staying a virgin till after marriage. We only kiss and hug, and you don't even let me touch you. I'm a man Kayla. I have needs. What? Did you want me jerking off for the next four years while waiting till we get married?"
• I open my mouth to lash out at him, but he continued, his eyes scanning me in disgust.
• "I wonder If you'll even be the same woman I fell in love with after four years when you don't even take care of yourself anymore. Just look at you… you've become so thin and haggard. You should be thankful I didn't break up with you."
• "How dare you?" My tears came rolling down in floods down my cheek. I felt so hurt and ashamed of his words, and the fact that Stephanie was just sitting there was the height of it all. "You think I wanted to be this way? No, Chris. I wanted to finish school like my mates, hang out with my friends… but my mom is sick. She's the only family I have left in this world and I'll do everything within my power to save her life."
• I contemplated telling him my mother had barely a week to live, but what use will that be. I doubt I'll ever see him again, because this is truly the last time I'll ever see him. I wanted to have nothing to do with him ever again.
• "... And I don't regret one thing. I don't regret ever letting you make love to me. I'm glad I reserved my virginity, because It was never meant for you."
• He suddenly laughed mirthlessly.
• "Okay that's enough Kayla. I cheated, but just with one girl. It's not something we should argue so much about."
• Was this guy sick?
• "Don't you get it? We're done." I spit at him in anger and disgust, ripping the half heart necklace I had around my neck and tossing it right Infront of him.
• I felt even more ashamed seeing he didn't even have his on while I have been wearing mine right from day one when he got it for us.
• He just glanced at the necklace before turning to me with a bitter smirk.
• "Do you think you can find any man who would want to have anything to do with someone like you? You're so ugly now Kayla and you've used up all your resources for your mother. No sane man would ever want you. Infact, no sane man would ever want to fuck you If you offered yourself to them."
• His words were like shards of glass being pierced into my skin, into my heart, and I really felt them sting badly.
• I wanted to lash out at him and tell him he was wrong and I would find love again, I will find someone who would love me better than he ever did, but apparently all the words seemed to die on my lips.
• Was he right?
• Would I really die alone as a virgin without someone loving me?
• My heart felt very heavy at that moment, and all I just wanted to do was cry, but I was tired of crying Infront of him- letting him see my tears and weakness.
• Without glancing at him, I turned away and left.
• "I promise you, you'll regret this Kayla. You'll come crawling back and I might not even want you anymore."
• I finally stop at the door with my grip on the door knob, and without so much as looking at him, I said In a firm voice.
• "The only thing I regret is wasting two years of my life with someone who only wanted me to satisfy his carnal desires. Goodbye Chris." With that, I walked away and shut the door, and by the time I did so, I ran down the stairs and ran out the place and let the tears flow continuously down my cheek.
• I was standing on the road, having no Idea of where to go and what to do. I literally used up the last cash on me to come here, and I wasn't going to beg Chris for money. Never! I never even want to see that jerk again.
• So I just began walking. With my tear smeared face, ruining the make up I had on, and the rims of my eyes red, I attarcted attention from passer byes, but I just didn't care anymore.
• Everything meant nothing to me.
• I had lost my friend and my boyfriend, and in three days time, my mother, because where the hell was I even going to start raising 500,000 dollars.
• It was 7pm, when the flashy neon lights of a club disturbed my eyes, and when I trailed it, I see it's on the other side of the streets and It's bustling with people inside dancing and viving to the loud playing music.
• Expensive looking xars worth millions of dollars were packed outside, and I could see several girls making out with men on the hood of the cars, grinding hard against each other like the definition of a room didn't matter to them.
• I've never really been to a club, always walked right past one when I saw it, but tonight, I didn't know what demon pushed me to walk into the club.