I park my car in the garage and then walk toward him. He is undoubtedly waiting for me there. I decide to go there so that we can go up together and I can prepare a nice dinner for us.
I approach the car, but the window is closed on this side. I hear voices smiling inside the vehicle, so I turn around, and from the driver's side, I see a scene through the half-open window that leaves me frozen on the spot.
A girl is practically sitting on my fiancé's lap, and he almost kisses her.
His hand is under her bra, almost undressing her right there. I won't lower my eyes to prove what I already know because her skirt is up, and I can imagine where his cock is now.
My throat is burning, and I struggle to get the air out of my lungs, but every effort I make seems to be in vain.
I can only feel the tears streaming down my face because I am choking on the inside and can't even say everything I want right now.
He then realizes my presence and looks at me, startled, pushing the girl off his lap, who doesn't seem to understand what is happening.
He says some excuses that I don't care to hear, I want to get out of there as fast as possible, and that's what I do. I ran towards the elevator, but it will take a while, so I decided to take the stairs anyway.
As soon as I reach my door, I try to put the keys in the lock, but I am so shaky that I can't. He comes up from behind and holds my arm tightly, making me face him.
I do everything I can to get rid of his touch, for I am disgusted by him now. He is furious, but it was me who should be more so. He still holds my arm and says:
''It was him, wasn't it? Was it your little friend's brother who told you?''
I look at him, shocked by what he just said. A wave of anger takes over me, and I dodge his hands that hold both my arms and go straight to Julie's house.
I walk in and see that Colin is following me. I slam the door and turn the key that I know is in the lock, and he continues to pound on the door as hard as he can, asking me to come out and talk to him.
I stand with my back to the door, put my hands to my ears so I can't hear him, and my stomach is starting to hurt from the sobbing.
...
I close my eyes and feel more tears coming down my eyes. I think Chris's breath on my face. Then I remember our conversations and how he told me several times that Colin was not as I imagined he would be.
And I realized that he knew everything and was undoubtedly laughing behind my back. It was a game To him, Chris doesn't care about anyone but himself. He was laughing at me behind my back the whole time.
I open my eyes, and suddenly I am furious with him, more so than before he came this close. I push him away, and he looks at me even more confused. He tries to hold my arm. I then say:
''Stay away from me! Don't you ever talk to me again, you jerk!''
He says nothing, and I open the door and see Colin standing there in front of my door. He looks devastated. I don't care.
They exchange glances, and I don't care. I want them both to die.
Colin ignores him after a while and comes toward me, saying we need to talk. I shake him off and walk to my door, not even turning around and telling him to get out of my life.
... Chris...
I should be happy.
Molly finally found out everything, but I couldn't feel good no matter how hard I tried. I knew that she would crumble when she found out, so I never told her.
As much as I gave her several hints that it was happening, she never wanted to see it, which was one reason I was avoiding her these days.
She always preferred to believe him.
I know they had a big fight, and from what I could hear, I think it's over, but knocking on her door for a good few minutes and asking her to come out and talk to me didn't do much good.
She didn't want to see me and yelled it out when she realized I wouldn't give up that easily.
So I came home and now after sitting for a while on my bed not knowing what to do, I dialed Julie's number, and as soon as she answered I said:
''I think you'd better come home, your friend isn't doing too well.''
I made a quick summary of the facts, and now I'm here still in my bed, hoping that Julie managed to make her feel better than when I saw her earlier today.
But what I can't get out of my mind is how I felt when we got so close earlier today. I wanted so badly to make what Molly was feeling disappear that I was afraid of it.
I just wanted to hold her tight and tell her that everything was going to be okay, even though I knew that for a while it would hurt, and it would hurt a lot because I know how it feels.
And I swear, for a second, I thought she was going to stay here with me and try to forget about him out there, but the way she reacted surprised me.
I know he must have filled her with misconceptions about me, but it isn't enjoyable to see that she would rather believe whatever he said about me and not want to hear my side.