Page 14 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“I know I’m lucky, but that doesn’t erase the fact that last night I was engaged and now I’m lonely and pathetic. I mean…why her? Why couldn’t she be some homeless chick he picked up off the street? At least then I would praise him for helping the poor!”

“That’s not?—”

“Or a blind person! He always wanted to be a philanthropist. That was his chance. He could have spent his money on finding a cure for blind people. They would have loved him.”

She sighed heavily.

“There are dogs and cats who would have worshiped the ground he walked on if only he had given them some kibble.”

“At least you still have the ring,” she said, wincing as she looked at my left hand. “Maybe you should take that off.”

I snorted, staring down at the beauty on my left hand. “Are you kidding? This is the nicest thing I’ve ever owned. There’s no way I’m taking it off. I’ll wear it until I die, and then the funeral director can attempt to pry it off my cold, dead finger. Except, it won’t come off because by then I’ll weigh a hundred pounds more and my fingers will be so fat that the ring will be permanently indented on my finger. And only then, when I’m withering away in the ground, will he have his opportunity to take the ring back. But he won’t be able to. Do you know why?”

“Because you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying?”

“Because I will have found a really good way to pay him back for his treachery. I’ll take a sponge and soak it full of water and then shove it up his ass and it’ll expand.”

“I think it expands with water,” she pointed out.

“Or I’ll take a flaming hot poker and carve my initials into his forehead.”

“And then everyone will see the proof of your crimes and you’ll end up in prison.”

I smiled as I thought of doing it. “Or maybe I’ll go over there right now and confront him.” I got to my feet and marched toward the door, but she grabbed me by the arm and stopped me.

“That’s really not a good idea. Remember what you did?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I have a speech thought out and everything!” I turned to her with a pitying frown. “Do you want to hear it?”

“Not at all.”

I turned from her and grabbed the wine bottle by the neck, swinging it around as I faced her. “James, what you did was unfalthom…able. You broke my heart and trampled all over it like a bull on a bunch of roses. My heart is in little bloody pieces on the ground. Your knife you twisted in my gut is full of heartache and leeches.”

“I can see this is going to be good,” she sighed, taking a seat on the arm of the couch.

“Why did you have to do that to me?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Why her? Why did you have to go behind my back and ruin the one really good thing in my life?” I sniffled, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. “Why couldn’t you see me for the wonderful person I am? I make your dinner and wash your clothes. I even get the shit stains out of your underwear!”

“Really? You didn’t just throw them out?” she grimaced.

I shook my head, my eyes dropping to the ground. “I scrubbed them out and bleached them. I had a whole routine and everything. He always seemed to like it so much.”

“That’s…I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Nothing,” I whispered. “Nothing because he doesn’t deserve anything you might say. You know why?”

“Because he’s a shit stain?”

“Right,” I pointed at her, then pulled the bottle in and took a long drink. “I gave him everything, and he shit stained all over my love for him. And he took my stuff. I literally have nothing else to wear! I swear to God, if he donated my clothes to the homeless, I’m gonna tear him a new asshole.”

“I thought you wanted him to help the homeless?” she asked in confusion.

“Yes, but not with my things!”

“Just with his dick,” she nodded. “I see where you’re going with this.”

Tears coursed down my cheeks as I collapsed in a puddle on the floor. “I was going to be a happy bride. I had a dress nearly picked out. It was narrowed down to forty.”

“That few, huh?”

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