Yeah, I know, I should be focusing on my other stories before posting new ones but I just can't help it. So here's another story. Sorry it's short, I don't have a word count on my writing programme. Also, and this is...
IMPORTANT! I haven't left any of my other stories. I swear I'll continue them soon. This was just on my mind for a while and I had to get it out. So yeah! On with this! Also, I'll be writing a sequel to a story I read, I'll shout out the author when I publish the first chapter.
-Marika
I'm sitting in my car, in front of his job at the office. He's kissing a girl. And I've been here long enough to know that he was the one who kissed her. What he doesn't know is that I'm standing right here, watching him. If he looked out of the window, he'd see me. I hold the locket he gave me in my hand. When I open it, I see 2 pictures: one of us at the beach last summer, and one of us in Turkey 3 months ago. He gave it to me to mark 9 months together. I should have known he was a liar. When I look up again, I see him kissing her neck. That's when I decide I've had enough. I get up out of the car, straighten my oversized sunset-orange Adidas hoodie and lock the car. I unpin the locket from around my neck. I look at it one more time. Soon it will be returned to its rightful owner.
I head for the doors. I barge in, earning awkward stares from everyone. The sound doesn't make him stop kissing her though. I walk up, lean on the wall, cross my arms over my chest, tears threatening to spill. In the most casual voice I can manage, I say, "I trusted you, you know?"
The two instantly break apart. Both looked shocked. The girl after being caught and he after realising I saw everything.
"What are you doing here?" he says.
"I think this belongs to you?" I take out the locket from my hoodie pocket. I drop it on his desk ignoring his question, turn around and start to leave.
"Peeta, baby, le-" he starts.
"Don't you, Peeta, baby me. I've been outside of here watching you kiss her for the past 15 minutes. There's nothing you can do or say that will stop me from leaving. We. Are. Done." I say harshly, making every word clear. I turn around, but just as I'm about to go past the doors, I feel a hand on my shoulder, which then roughly pushes me back against the wall. In an instant his lips are on mine, and I start to melt into his kiss. But then I remember what I just saw, and push him away with force.
"No." I say. "You don't get to do that after what I just saw"
Something snaps in him and in an instant I'm on the ground, him hovering above me, punching my face and ribs. I scream, and that stops him. He looks at me, remorse written all over his face. But by then its already too late. I'm already losing consciousness.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
I wake up, hearing this annoying beeping noise. Before I open my eyes, there's a few things I notice. The tight grip on my hand. The extreme pain on my jaw and on my ribs. I was never known for being muscular like most guys. I was more like the short and skinny-to-the-ribs type of guy. The type who had a way with words but could never fight physically. I open my eyes and groan as the bright lights blind me. I feel the grip losen on my hand and then feel hot breath on my face.
"Peeta?" it says, and I recognise it almost immediately. The man who loved me. The man I loved. The man who crushed my heart and made me pay for it. The man I hate.
Cato.