Today was just like any other day, I woke up got dressed and grabbed my bag to head to school. It was a normal day all until I got home from school, where Leo was waiting for me in the kitchen. He had a bottle of vodka in his hand and he looked pissed.
"Mia.." He said in a low tone.
I frowned and slowly set my bag down, why was he so mad?
"Why do you look so mad my loves?" I said cautiously.
"Care to explain?" He asked, his tone low, as he held up one of my male friend's t-shirts.
I froze, I didn't think he would find it. I regretted it when it happened and tried to hide it. "Baby it's not what it looks like-" I tried to defend myself but he only cut me off.
"Oh shut it, I can see it on your face, you cheated on me!" He yelled. "Is this why you've been acting weird?!"
"Leo I- I-" My lungs felt like they were burning, I couldn't breath.
The room felt like it was closing in on me, I didn't know what to say. I felt trapped, lost, I was cornered. He knew, he knew I cheated and I couldn't say anything to make it better. I couldn't fix this. I could only stand there as he yelled.
"You fucking cheated on me, and tried to fucking HIDE IT FROM ME!!!" He yelled, I could see the pain in his eyes. But when I saw the tears in his eyes I felt my heart shatter. "You didn't even try to tell me!!!" He yelled as he threw the vodka bottle at me.
I flinched and quickly ducked down, narrowly avoiding the bottle, as it hit the wall and shattered.
"LEO YOU CAN'T JUST THROW A GLASS BOTTLE AT MY FUCKING HEAD!" I yelled.
"I DON'T CARE! YOU CHEATED ON ME!!!" Leo shouted right back.
"WELL I- YOUR NEVER HOME!!" I shouted.
"DON'T YOU PULL THAT CARD ON ME!!!" He yelled.
The yelling went on and on, until our voices were raw. I thought things were gonna be ok and we'd get over it like we always did, that was until Leo yelled again.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU!! I WISH WE NEVER MET!!!" He yelled, before he continued in a loud voice but not a yell. "Your just a stupid fucking kid, and I wish I didn't love you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
With that he threw all of our photos together in the fire pit and pulled out his lighter. As I stood there watching in horror, I watched the memories of us go up in flames.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!!!??" I screamed as I ran over to the fire pit.
He dumped a bottle of everclear into the fire, creating a larger fire. "I hope everyone that loves you, leaves...I hope you live the rest of your life alone!" He said in a cold and bitter tone.
"You really wanna just throw all of this away!? You want to just throw us away!?" I yelled looking at him.
He turned to me with a death stare on his face, a look I had never received from him before, not in the four years we had been together.
"Fuck. You. We're over!" He yelled.
With that he left, he let me standing there alone, as the tears fell freely down my face. I fell to my knees sobbing. He made me the bad guy. Just like he always did, he refused to see it from my point of view. I felt so empty, I had just lost my everything, and now I was alone. I hated being alone, and he knew that. So why...why had he done this to me. Couldn't we have talked about it? My chest felt so tight, as I struggled to breath.
I later fell asleep, curled up right there on the floor. When I woke back up the next morning, I was on the couch, with a blanket over me. But the house was empty, no pictures of me and Leo, and all his stuff was gone. He had really left...so why did he lay me on the couch? Did he still care, or was I just in his way of grabbing his stuff? Did he feel bad for breaking me?
After about a month, I fell into a new routine. Wake up, get dressed, go to school, come home, eat, sleep. I was back in my parents house, and I hated it. They were rude and abusive, mentally and sometimes physically. Though it was only ever bad when they were drunk. For the most part it was bearable. But I still missed Leo, painfully so. It always felt like a part of me was missing.
So now here I was, putting on a fake smile with my friends, pretending I was A-Okay. When in reality I was falling apart at the seams. Each day was a new wave of pain, for the first week, I jumped up at every phone call and text hoping it was him. It never was, he had changed his number, and privated all his socials blocking me on everything. And I wasn't allowed in his office building, I had already tried that. Demanding to speak with the older man, but each time I was thrown out.
He refused to see me each and every time, but I guess that's just what happens when your ex is a world known CEO and owner of a company. I still couldn't believe I had dated such a well known man, sure the money was nice. But that's not what I missed, I missed him, everything about him, the way he would just smile at me, with that lovesick look in his eyes.
Now it was two years after the break up. And today was a rough day, I couldn't get Leo out of my head. I ate dinner with my parents, whom were drunk yet again, and then walked upstairs to my room. I changed into my comfy clothes and laid down, I wasn't tired, but I didn't want to be awake and listen to all the sounds from my parents either.