Page 22 of Corrupted Pleasure
Yet, I continued. Each step closer to our bedroom, the faint voice grew clearer.
“Fuck, yeah.” The sound was muffled.
I pushed the handle of the bedroom door open and my eyes locked on the empty bed. The room was dark, the only light coming through the slightly cracked door of the bathroom. The sound of the shower finally registered.
Maybe Garrett is jerking off,I thought to myself amused. In retrospect, I wasn’t sure whether it was my faith in him that made me so stupid or hope that I’d picked a better man than my mother, who had gotten pregnant by a married man.
A soft moan and my heart gave a painful thud. That moan hadn’t come from Garrett. That was a feminine moan by someone who really liked what was happening to her.
Don’t go in there, my mind whispered. I ignored it. I’d never been one to choose ignorance over truth.
One step. Another step. The door was ajar and I gently pushed it open, then stepped into the large, marble tiled bathroom.
Betrayal twisted my heart as I stood frozen staring at the scene in front of me. Garrett was indeed in the shower. But not alone. A woman’s head bobbed up and down, as he grunted and moaned through it.
Rage shot through my veins, draining every other emotion out of me. I stumbled backwards from the bathroom. My eyes caught on the crystal vase full of flowers he’d bought for me.
Blooming flowers for our love, he said. My fucking ass.
In one swift move, I lifted the vase and threw it across the room. I watched it fly through the air and crash through the large French window. The loud buzz in my ears dulled the noise of the shattering glass. Things blurred together, yet I couldn’t stop myself from continuing. A painting followed. Another vase. A little side table that I’d brought in from my dorm room. It was the only piece of furniture that Garrett would allow me to bring in and even then, he insisted I hide it in the corner of the room so nobody could see it. What a self-absorbed prick!
I lifted it up, the cheap table barely weighing a few pounds, and threw it through the window, following all the other items.
“Here, let the fucking neighbors see the cheap table,” I hissed.
Behind me, I could hear Garrett and the woman scrambling, but I didn’t care. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t stay in this place for another goddamn minute, or I’d lose my shit and set this place on fire.
Sometimes it was the irony of the universe that caught up with us.
* * *
“That piece of shit,” Juliette hissed, still pissed about what that son of a bitch did. I barely got through my exam without bawling my eyes out. Juliette, Wynter, and Ivy finished ahead of me and waited, then we headed back to our dorm.
Now we were seated on the floor of the half packed up dorm room, boxes surrounding us. It was Friday and we’d just finished a full week of exams. Some seniors had already emptied their dorm rooms and were about to begin their lives. Mine had already started to fall apart before it even really began.
Way to start off all wrong.
“I want to go murder him,” Juliette added in a decidedly scary voice. “Like take a gun and shoot him.”
It had to be her Irish mafia upbringing talking. I had to talk her out of breaking out the whiskey. I didn’t need to get drunk with exams this week, though I was sorely tempted. I also didn’t need to try to deal with a drunk Juliette on top of everything else. Juliette always kept multiple bottles of whisky for emergencies and this was a goddamn emergency according to her.
I needed to get my stuff from Garrett’s. I’d already moved most of my clothes and other possessions to his place, and I needed them back. The only things I still had in my dorm were books, little knickknacks, and a change of clothes.
The icing on last night’s shit cake was my fucking car. It died halfway between Garrett’s place and Yale. In the middle of the goddamn night. Thankfully, Wynter was a light sleeper and answered her phone. The girls came and got me, and now I was back at square one but carless on top of everything.
At least it felt like it.
I glanced around the room that had been our home for the past four years. The four of us had turned two small dorm rooms into one larger one our first year of college since we were always together. This place felt like home because of the friendship we shared.
“I’m not much for violence,” Wynter muttered, “... but I have to agree on this one. I think that piece of shit deserves to be tortured and then killed.”
“We haven’t even officially moved in together and he already cheated,” I muttered. I was so humiliated.
My phone dinged and I winced. I didn’t have to look to know who it was. Garrett had been blowing up my phone since I left his house last night.Hishouse. It was never mine. It was never ours.
“We have to go get your things,” Ivy reasoned. “At least get your legal documents and stuff.”
She was right. Of course she was, but I worried about going there. The anger that simmered in my veins was unlike any other I had ever experienced. It had my ears buzzing, my temper flaring. Apparently, I destroyed ten thousand dollars’ worth of property on my way out, if Garrett’s texts were to be trusted. Must have been a Ming vase that I threw out of that window. I’d laugh if I wasn’t about to cry again.
