Prologue
Life seemed good lately. I had a steady job at a law firm I just opened and I have an amazing boyfriend. It's so weird to think that Wren and I just met a year ago and we're engaged! Everyone said it was rushed, but honestly it's the best decision I've ever made.
I'm just so happy that my life has come together after being harassed, stalked and tortured for my whole teenage life; I never thought I would get my life back on track.
Chapter 1
I was finishing work at five today. I couldn't help but stare at the clock where it read four thirty-five. I knew that staring at the clock supposedly made the time go slower so I stopped and tried to distract myself by thinking about Wren. He said he's going to have a surprise for me when I get home from work. I can only imagine it's something totally romantic, Wren always has romantic stuff planned for us. One time I came home and there was even a string quartet in the living room just because he felt like surprising me.
I look up at the clock again; it read four fifty-nine. I grabbed my handbag, not needing to double check I have everything since I already packed my stuff up an hour ago. I passed John, my boss, on the way out. John had a crush on me all through college. I didn't know at the time, but turns out when we were studying he was really looking down my shirt or at least trying to. I never wore anything revealing, so I don't even know how that worked. I only know all this because he slipped it out once when he was drunk. It didn't bother me though; it was kind of flattering in a weird way.
When I arrived at my tiny, one bedroom apartment it was six twenty-five. Wren was sitting at the dining room table with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass in front of him.
Great surprise I thought.
"Hey, Spencer. You're home early." He slurred.
"Uh, Wren, are you..." I paused to look around. I scanned the dining room and saw Wren's suitcases and bags packed, neatly stacked.
"What's going on? Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
"Spencer, please sit down. Please." He said, clearly wasted.
I sat down across from him and oh god it smelt like he had bathed in vodka for two hours.
He stared at me, his expression not giving any hint as to what was going on and why he was acting strange.
"Why are you acting weird?"
"Spencer, I'm so sorry for" he took a shot of vodka. "For what I have done, it is unforgivable"
"What did you do…?" I asked warily.
"I've been seeing another girl. For a while now and" he paused again for another shot of vodka. "I have kept this from you for a long time now and I'm only telling you now because… because well I'm getting married to her and-"
"You cannot be serious right now. Tell me you're fucking joking, Wren. We've been together for one year and you go and cheat on me with some skank?! For fuck sake we are ENGAGED!" I shouted.
"Who is the skank anyway, Wren?" I added. At this point I had gotten up from my chair to get ready to hit him.
He got up from his chair and walked over to his suitcases and bags.
"It's… It's." He paused to take a deep breath. "It's Jenna Marshall." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he cringed.
"You low life bastard, do you have any ide-"
"I'm sorry, Spence. I really am sorry." He said as he walked towards the door.
I didn't know what to do; I picked up the nearest item next to me, a photo frame that held the memory of mine and Wren's four month anniversary, and threw it at him. It barely even hit his back and then he was gone.
I dropped to the ground. It felt like no air could reach my lungs.
I sat there staring at nothing for an hour. I was still too shocked to cry or react in any way. I mean, this morning he kissed me and told me he loved me. This afternoon he tells me he's engaged to that skank Jenna?!
I looked around and noticed that on the table was Wren's half empty (or half full) bottle of vodka. I got up and walked over to it. Seeing the vodka reminded me that getting drunk always helped me forget about a break up. I decided I would go to a club tonight and find a rebound guy, which always helped me as well.
