It was hard for me to find my way back home when I got out of the building.
I didn't even know which part of New York I was in.
"Fuck!" I muttered to myself. Why was the universe so against me? What did I do to deserve all this?
And it didn't help that I was only wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
Luckily, a lady saw me and helped me get a cab.
Once I was in the cab, I felt my phone vibrate.
It was a text from my best friend, Alice.
"Hey, Bella. Where are you? I went to your apartment yesterday and I saw Daniel with another lady. He's cheating on you." The text read.
I sighed.
Alice and I were friends since high school. She was the only person in the world who actually gave a shit about me… well other than my parents.
Alice was the kindest and most generous person I know.
We had always been close, so it wasn't surprising that she went to my place to check on me.
What did surprise me though, was the fact that she saw Daniel with another woman.
I mean, that didn't shock me.
I al ready knew he was cheating on me with a co-worker.
But did he have to take her to our place.
He could have gone anywhere else.
A hotel… A motel…A brothel… anywhere.
Anywhere but there.
I can't believe he took her to the apartment. Our apartment. I know we weren't married or anything but at least he could have shown me a little bit of respect.
I mean, did he really hate me that much?
"Yes, I know. I caught them yesterday. Daniel and I broke up. I went to a bar and let's just say, now, I am in a taxi, on my way home, with a stranger's shirt and boxers on. Oh and I have no memory of last night. I will call you as soon as I get home." I texted her back.
I sighed and rested on the taxi seat.
How was my life turning into a total mess? Was this Karma for some bad things I did? But I have been nothing but good all my life.
I shook my head and tried to ignore the feeling that was creeping up inside me.
I couldn't imagine my life without Daniel in it.
He was my boyfriend. He was my rock.
The only thing I had left. And now, I didn't even have that.
It felt like all my hopes were crushed.
The taxi driver looked at me through the rear-view mirror and frowned.
"Are you alright, miss?" He asked.
I looked at him and faked a smile.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry." I said.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to take you somewhere else? A clinic or the police station?" He asked.
I looked at him confused.
"No, why would you take me to a police station?" I asked.
"You look like a mad woman, miss. And you're only wearing boxers and a t-shirt. Not to mention, you smell like alcohol. So, excuse me for being a little worried. Maybe the people who did this to you might come after you again." He said.
I open my mouth in shock.
Who was he to judge me?
"Hey, look, Mister, I am a normal person. I didn't do anything. And nobody did anything to me." I yelled at him.
The nerve of this guy. I wanted to strangle him.
The taxi driver shook his head.
"Whatever you say, miss. I am almost at the address. We are five minutes away." He said.
Great!
Five minutes and he could get rid of me.
The driver wasn't the only one who was happy that we were close to my apartment.
I was too.
It was time to start the rest of my life.
Even if that meant being alone and depressed.
The car stopped.
"Thank you." I said, opening the door.
"Wait!" The driver said, stopping me.
"What?" I asked.
"Let me see you get inside the building. I want to make sure you're safe. You know, you might actually need help." He said.
"You just don't know when to shut up, do you? I am perfectly fine. And even if I wasn't, what makes you think I will trust you, a total stranger?" I asked.
"Goodbye Miss. You are so ungrateful." He said and drove away.
"Whatever, jerk." I yelled, shaking my head.
People on the street were staring at me. I didn't care.
I took a deep breath and walked into the building.
The second I was inside, I took the elevator and headed to my floor.
Once I was in front of my apartment, I stopped.
My heart was pounding.
I walked to the door and hesitated for a moment before trying to open it.
What was I going to find on the other side? Was the woman still there? Did they have sex on the couch? In the bed?
I took a deep breath and turned the door knob.
It was locked. The apartment door was locked. That means Daniel was not home. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank God.
I didn't want to face him. Not after what happened. I was glad that he wasn't there.
Now, if I could get my key from my bag….
MY BAG!!!
Where the hell was my bag?
Oh shit!
Edward said that my stuff was being taken care of. He probably gave my bag to the cleaning lady.
But I needed my bag.
I had my ID, credit cards and money in there.
That's when I realized. I didn't even know who Edward was. How am I going to get my stuff back?
We had spent the night in a hotel. Would he still be there if I went back?
I didn't even have the money to go back.
Fuck me!
I couldn't believe this was happening.
Why me?