Barefoot and Broken (Chapter 2 of 3)
A/N: A message from an ex-boyfriend comes through on her phone that you have. They went to lunch, you seem okay on the surface, but you feel as if something else is at play that will have unforeseeable consequences.
She unlocks her phone and reads the message. She looks up slowly and we gazed at each other for a long time. My gaze steady and deadly, I felt her shiver as she broke eye contact and stared down at her food contemplating her next words.
She inhales deeply and softens her shoulders that were stiff with tension. “It was just lunch.” She finally said.
“Yes, a lunch that was just fine.” I mocked. “You said that already.”
She exhaled deeply knowing the battle that lay ahead. “Please,” she pleaded. “Let’s not do this here.”
The ride in the car was what was expected, thick, silent, and consuming.
She opened the door to our apartment and I stepped in and walked into the kitchen. The door closes and I hear her footsteps approaching the kitchen, I placed the bag that contained our uneaten food on the counter and exhaled heavily.
The argument was explosive:
“Who is he?” I asked.
I smiled, “Yes, I get that from the message.”
“Sebastian, it was just lunch.”
“Do you still love him?”
“Don’t do that that’s unfair.”
“You know we all have that ex, where if given the opportunity we would give them a second chance. So is he just an ex or is he that ex?”
“I won’t answer that?”
“Because you are looking to get a rise out of me and that is not fair. You are supposed to trust me, as I you, when you are gone for months at a time on your shoots.”
“Don’t you dare make this about me. Have ever given you reason to not trust me?” She was silent. “Have I?” I said louder.
“No.” She mumbled.
“Then why bring it up. Stop deflecting and answer the fucking question. Do you still love him?”
“You don’t have to curse.”
“Then answer the damn question.”
We stared at each other, “I care for him, yes.”
“That’s not what I asked. Doll, do you still love him?”
She paused then answers. “No.”
“I call bullshit. Do you know what I’m pretty good at Doll, gauging when you are lying, so if I were you I would choose my words very carefully.” She opens her mouth as if to say something, but she thinks against it and remains silent. I laughed.
I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
“Sebastian, please, it’s not what you think.”
“What I think. You can’t begin to imagine what I think.”
I turn to glare at her, my eyes dark and venomous, she raises her hands as she cautiously approached me. “I love him, but I am not in love with him. I am madly in love with you, Sebastian, babe, I love you.”
I laughed. “Babe, did you call him that too?”
Her jaw tightens and her anger was unexpected. She steps closer to me and looks up into my blackened irises. “Fuck you, Sebastian.”
“Yeah, fuck me.”
“Why don’t you ask me the question you’re dying to ask? Did he fuck me better than you.”
I reached up and she recoiled as if I was about to hit her, but I grabbed my car keys from the table behind her. I stepped closer to her as the heat from my rage seeped from my pores and ensnared her, she squirmed under the heat of my gaze. Her breath catches as her energy shifted from anger to lust.
“Do you think I give a damn if he fucks you better than I can? Your actions right now say otherwise Dollface, if I wasn’t great in bed you wouldn’t be trembling right now hoping I would take you to bed and fuck your brains out.” I breathed into her ear as I walked out of the apartment.
The engine comes to life and I exited the parking garage into the darkened New York City night with no destination in mind. I turned on the radio and Adele’s Make You Feel My Love vibrates throughout the car, I wasn’t surprised when the rain started a few moments later, the universe was really conspiring to fit my mood.
My mood was currently taking me across the Brooklyn Bridge, a truck pulls in front of me and I slowed, “are you’re fucking kidding me?” I say as the rain began to fall like pellets against the windshield.
I exhaled deeply knowing that it was impossible to get around the truck because the two left lanes were closed for construction. As we exited the bridge the truck made a wide right turn unto the main street and the rope that held the contraption that was strapped to it’s bed came loose and items began falling from the truck. I swerved trying to get out of the way when the headlights came right at me…
Listen as you read.
I hear a commotion, loud sounds, and someone asking my name.
“Sebastian. It’s Sebastian Stan.” I hear myself say.
“Sir, I’m a doctor, if you hear me can you tell me your name?”
The pain shot up to my neck. I’m screaming now. “Sebastian!”
“No, no. Why aren’t you listening? It’s Sebastian. My name is Sebastian.”
“Shit. He’s going into shock.”
“I’m fine. I’m a little cold, but I’m f-fine.”
Sir, the ambulance is on its way. If you can hear me I want you to keep your eyes open.”
The darkness consumed me.