Page 18 of Our Broken Pieces
“Your family?”
“I should have listened to them. You have to admit, you don’t really fit in with them.”
“I might not fit into their pompous world, but it’s good to finally know what they really think about me. I thought we were progressing. I thought you wanted this.”
“I just wanted you to back off.”
Sabrina, now fully dressed, starts walking to the door of the bedroom. “I should go.”
“Damn right you should go. You can pick up your shit from work tomorrow at two.”
Her eyes filled with tears. Good, I hope she feels like a piece of shit right now. “Okay.”
She walks out of the room, and I wait to hear the front door close.
“Lewis, how could you do this to me?”
“I didn’t know you would be home so early. When you hang out with your friends, you usually stay out later.”
“This isn’t a matter of my timing. This is about what you just did in our bed.”
“Wasn’t the first time.”
I step back, feeling like I was just hit in the chest. I feel tears gathering in my eyes. I will them back; I’m not going to let him see me cry over this. I’m angry, so damn angry. “Not the first time?”
“Just leave it, Gigi, we’re done. I’ll find somewhere to sleep tonight. You can move your stuff out tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I agree we’re done. How many times, Lewis? How long have you been cheating on me?”
He grabs a backpack from the closet, tossing some clothes in, walking across the room to our—no, his—bathroom to grab toiletries.
“Don’t make this worse than it has to be.”
“Tell me.”
“First time was a year ago.”
“You slept with Sabrina a year ago!?”
“No, that was the first time I slept with another woman.”
“You fucking ass!”
“You wanted to know.”
“Oh my god.”
He slings the backpack onto his shoulder. “I’m leaving. I’ll be back tomorrow night. You can be gone by then, right?”
“Why are you being so fucking cold?”
“This was the cut I needed, I guess. I’m ready for both of us to move on.”
“I’ll be gone. If this is your reaction to ending two years of a relationship, then I can’t wait to get out of here.”
“Good.”
He walks out of the room, and I jump at the sound of the front door slamming. I sink down to the floor, and now that I’m alone, the tears start falling. I am frustrated, hurt, and scared. I don’t have a home. I need an STI test. I need to move out in the next twelve hours.
