Francis Bonnefoy. Two words which almost every girl in your town know. Oh yes, he was known for being a trouble maker and a womanizer. And really, you had questioned why you even started dating him.
Everything seemed fine at first, in fact perfect. He always wanted to be near you, seemed like he truly loved you. But of course, he always returned to his old ways.
'Maybe, just maybe he will change.' Heh, now that just seemed like the promise of a small child. You had grown up quite a bit in the last year.
This Domino Game which the frenchman had put you in, it was going to end.
Every time time he said he was just going to ' hang out' with Gilbert and Antonio, you knew better. Everyone knew... he made it so obvious he was cheating.
"I am going to stop crying." You told yourself gathering up what little courage you had to slip into the dress.
Unlike anything you ever wore, a sexy dress which made your figure pop out. For the first time in what felt like forever you were confident, something which he stole from you.
"I'm tired of this. T-This game!"
'Did he ever even love me? Or was I just a pawn in one of his bigger sceme's?' Really it didn't even matter now.
The two of you were over. Making your way down the street you found his home, just the sight of it making you bite you lip.
Hips swaying from side to side you strutted yourself up to his front door. "No more.." There would be no mercy with this little pest.
Making sure not to break your newly manacured hand you waited, hearing some footsteps from behind the door.
Slowly the heavy wooden door opened, the smell of roses hitting you nose. A very surprised Frenchman stood in front of you, blue eyes watching in shock.
"Oui? [Name]?" He asked you, leaning against the doorframe.
"Hello Francis.." Replied you with a slight edge to your voice. "How's my game player?" Your words burned, his eyes became distraught.
"W-What do you mean mon ami.." And before he could even finish you interupted. "Can it Frenchy."
Again Francis tried to defend hisself. "[N-Name].." You stomped you red heel into the pavement, growling. "I said quiet! I'm tired of this Francis!" Tears escaped the corners of your [Eye Color] eyes. "I thought you loved me! That you cared... but this whole time. Lies!"
Brushing the pain your words brought him the blonde frenchman retaliated. His accent coming through his words. "I never lied to you mon ami!"
Getting down on his knee's he looked up at your figure, his blue eyes on the verge of tears. "H-Honest."
Letting his view fall from you the Frenchman sighed. His face stared into the ground, almost as if he thought he could see to the other side of the world. You enjoyed seeing him cry, heck it brought you pleasure.
This man, who you had given your all to. Had always being there from him but, cheated on you and God know's what else.
"I don't beleive you." Said you, [Eye Color] eyes enraged. It seem's the two of you's shouting was enough to wake Francis 'friend' up from her nap.
"What in the bl..." Said a girl with blonde hair an emrald green eyes. "Who is this? " Asked the British girl, which you could tell by her accent.
Just before you walked away you said to her. "Domino game..." Off into the city you went, never going back to that man. The man which hurt you beyond describing.
And you felt pitty for the next girl who would deal with Francis Bonnefoy's domino game.
