[a/n] Just a random oneshot I thought of when writing chapter 12 of Secret Lies Behind Pretty Faces. It's not that good. It's really short. Continue? or leave it short like this.
She waited for hours; frequently checking her watch. He was late. This wasn't the first time; every date, every dinner, every plan has been either cancelled or he just happens to be late for the past two months. She didn't make it a big deal at first he just got held up at work or traffic was brutal. Then she started noticing texts and phone calls for different women on his phone. She saw past it he was always faithful to her. He loved her, right? They have been together for years. They were the perfect happy couple. They were named the best couple of the year. But tonight was the last straw. She called his work numerous times they told her he left hours ago. She called his cell phone only reaching his voicemail. He would've called if he was in traffic. She's not taking the lying anymore. Today was there 3 year anniversary and he's 2 hours late. His sorry excuses aren't going to work this time. She's not going to cry tonight. She wasted enough tears on his wasted lies. Not a tear will be shed tonight.
She blew out all the candles, threw the dinner in the trash, and made her way to their bedroom. She grabbed all his clothes and threw it out the window onto the front lawn. She grabbed their pictures together and put them in a trashcan to burn later. She threw his stuff into a box and dropped it from the top of the stairs so it landed in front of the door. She grabbed her cell and texted her friends telling them to get ready and come over. She's going to forget him and all his broken promises. She stripped down to her bra and panties and threw on a tight dressy red tank top and a pair of dark washed skinny jeans that showed off her curves. She put on some heels and makeup, while fixing her hair in her signature curls.
She looked out the window and saw her friends and he came. She grabbed her purse and a picture of them and made her way downstairs. She got a lighter and set the picture of them on fire and left it next to her engagement ring on the glass table that was in front of the front doors. She walked past him as he made his way towards her.
"Nicholas, I'm tired of all your broken promises; so I'm breaking my own promise. We're over," was all she said as she smelled a perfume that defiantly was not hers coming from him. Not once glancing back at his confused state or listening to hear his explanation. She made her way towards her friends and got in the car. They drove off to a club. For today she is a new person. The old Miley that took all of his lies and broken promises is gone. Promises are broken and people change. He broke her prmises becoming a person she didn't love. She broke off their promise and she changed into a person who will never be his.
Promises shouldn't be broken.