The echoes of those painful words, "Let's break up," reverberated relentlessly in the mind of Theressa, a young and breathtakingly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. Her heart felt as though it had been shattered into a million pieces as if Justin had just uttered those words to her mere seconds ago. It had been three excruciatingly long days since Theressa had experienced her very first heartbreak, and the reality of it all still seemed surreal.
Six years of shared dreams, laughter, and tears had come crashing down, leaving her bewildered and heartbroken. Justin Mitchell, her childhood friend turned lover, had severed all ties with her. Yet, what made this heartache even more agonizing was what had transpired – through a cold and impersonal text message.
Theressa, devastated by a heart-wrenching message from Justin, desperately tried to contact him without success. With mounting anxiety, she visited his house, only to learn from a neighbor that he had moved out a week ago, leaving her puzzled as his Snapchat location still showed him on the same street.
Theressa stood there, feeling a strange mix of anger and confusion wash over her. It was as though the ground beneath her feet had shifted, leaving her adrift in a sea of unanswered questions. She couldn't understand why Justin had chosen to end their relationship so abruptly.
Exhausted, emotionally drained, and desperately in need of someone to talk to, Theressa made her way to her friend Eunice's house. Eunice lived just a few blocks away from Justin, and she had always been there to lend a listening ear and a comforting shoulder to cry on in times of need. As Theressa knocked on Eunice's door, she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She needed to confide in someone, to share the pain that was tearing her apart. She hoped that Eunice would be able to provide some solace in this bewildering and heart-wrenching moment of her life, a moment when the world as she knew it had crumbled into pieces.
The relentless sun, its rays scorching the earth, failed to deter Theressa as she made her way toward her friend's house, her heart heavy with hope for some much-needed comfort. The blazing heat bore down on her, threatening to burn her skin, but she pressed on, fueled by the desire to find solace in the company of her dear friend.
As Theressa approached Eunice's front door, she noticed something that didn't immediately strike her as unusual. The door stood ajar, slightly open, just as it often did. Eunice was known for her welcoming spirit, and her home was a place where friends often dropped by unannounced, knowing they would always find an open door.
Stepping inside, Theressa's eyes fell upon a pair of men's shoes in the hallway. This, too, seemed normal to her, as it was not uncommon for a male friend to be present when she visited Eunice. However, there was one unspoken rule she had always adhered to – she never knocked on Eunice's bedroom door when there was a man inside.
Theressa settled into a seat on Eunice's comfortable couch, her thoughts consumed by the unanswered messages from Justin. Her fingers traced the screen of her phone, her heart yearning for a response that seemed increasingly elusive. Just as she was about to summon the courage to call Justin, the sound of laughter reached her ears, echoing from upstairs. The laughter was unmistakably Eunice's, but it was accompanied by the subtle murmur of multiple footsteps descending the staircase.
A small, fragile smile formed on Theressa's lips despite the turmoil she felt inside. She thought to herself, "This girl needs a break." It was a fleeting moment of respite, a brief escape from the storm of emotions that had enveloped her. However, that fragile smile vanished as swiftly as it had appeared when her gaze locked onto the man descending the stairs alongside Eunice.
Her heart, which had already been through the wringer in recent days, seemed to stop in its tracks. The shock was palpable as the man came into full view, and she recognized him instantly. It was Justin. The very person she had been yearning for, the one who had left her heartbroken and bewildered. He was here, in Eunice's house, this was where he moved to.
Shock and disbelief initially washed over Justin as he descended the stairs, locking eyes with Theressa, who sat on Eunice's couch. It was a momentary pause, a heartbeat of uncertainty, before his reaction turned decidedly different. Eunice, the orchestrator of this unexpected reunion, seemed utterly unapologetic as she took Justin's hand in hers. With a touch of defiance, they laced their fingers together, sending a clear message that left no room for misunderstanding. Their faces bore no traces of remorse or guilt, and with resolute determination, they advanced toward Theressa, who sat there, her expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.
Both of them had wet hair, as if they had just emerged from a shared shower, and the details of their attire only heightened the surrealism of the situation. Eunice was wrapped in a robe, the fabric clinging to her curves, while Justin, displaying a stark lack of modesty, wore nothing but snug-fitting boxers. Their actions and appearance painted a picture that spoke volumes, leaving Theressa in a state of suspended animation as she struggled to process the unexpected scene unfolding before her eyes. The room was fraught with tension, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, as the three of them stood in that pivotal moment of reckoning.
"What's this?" Theressa asked the two, her gaze lingered between the two. With a smug look on Eunice face she replied "What does it look like to you Theressa? We just had sex. In the shower" Their laughter, a cruel contrast to the gravity of their revelation, echoed through the room as if the words they had exchanged held no weight at all. In the midst of this unsettling mirth, Theressa's hand seemed to move of its own accord, propelled by a surge of emotion that had been building inside her.
Eunice's world seemed to momentarily freeze as Theressa's open palm made contact with her cheek. The slap landed with a sharp and unexpected crack, snapping Eunice's head to the side in shock. It was as if Theressa's hand had moved too swiftly for Eunice to react, catching her off guard. Alternatively, Eunice may have been caught in a state of disbelief, assuming that Theressa would silently accept the shocking revelation and quietly exit her house, drenched in tears. After all, violence was a foreign language to Theressa, a response never before witnessed by those who knew her.
Even Justin, who had been a key player in this disheartening drama, stood frozen, his features etched with shock and disbelief. The room seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a tense stillness, as the unexpected slap reverberated through the air.
"What the fuck Theressa?!" Justin scolded. With cold gaze she turned to Justin giving him a much harder slap than Eunice. "Enjoy shit" Theressa spat at Eunice, leaving the two for themeselves.
For Theressa, the breakup had been looming on the horizon for quite some time. She had been all too aware of Justin's unfaithfulness, his lies, and the countless betrayals that had chipped away at the foundation of their relationship. Yet, despite all the evidence that pointed to their impending separation, she clung to a fragile thread of hope. It was a hope that whispered to her that maybe, just maybe, Justin would change, that their troubles would become distant memories of a past that no longer held sway over them. However, her fears were ultimately realized, and it wasn't solely Justin who had dealt the devastating blow. The true betrayal came from the one person she had considered her closest confidant, her best friend, Eunice. They had conspired behind her back, weaving a web of deceit and treachery that had ensnared her heart. The realization struck with the force of a sledgehammer, leaving her wounded and bewildered.
What cut even deeper was the complete absence of remorse in Eunice's eyes. Instead of guilt or regret, Theressa saw a twisted sense of satisfaction, a cruel delight in her pain. It was a betrayal that went beyond words, a hurt that seemed to have no bounds. In Eunice's apparent joy at her suffering, Theressa found herself grappling with the profound disappointment of not just losing a romantic partner, but also a cherished friendship that had crumbled into the dust of betrayal.