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"SMASH!"
Robert slowly turns around, astonished to see the tiny shards of glass scattered around the floor, near his feet.
As I stare down, it shocks me too. It was like a sudden rush of anger overcame me and I was being controlled.
My breath halts as Robert turns back towards me, "it's your choice, convince Nick to let me invest or he finds out just what his little girlfriend was up to behind his back,"
"Fiancé actually," I fire back. I don't know why. It has no relevance. I guess I just wanted to prove to him that we are going to get married, no matter what he does.
"Whatever, it's your choice. I'll give you 24 hours and ask Nick again, if his answer hasn't changed, then well..."
He pauses.
In reality, it was just a few moments but, to me, it felt like an eternity filled with excruciating pain whilst waiting for him to continue.
"I guess he'll be finding out what a whore his fiancé really is"
That stung.
"Whore"
One little word. Five letters.
And it hurt.
My whole life. That's all I've been.
"The whore who stole my husband and son from me"
"The whore who's sordid affair with my son caused his death"
"The whore who broke up with me on the night before our wedding"
Frank.
That's what he called me.
And I guess, that's what I was, what I am.
I hear the glass shards that remain on the floor breaking even more under the soles of his leather shoes as Robert begins to leave the bistro.
Leaving me alone, with nothing but his words ringing in my ears.
I really should go but I can't just go home whilst I'm still hearing it.
"Whore"
"Slag"
"Lush"
"Pathetic"
"Worthless"
It's as if I'm in a trance as the next thing I know I'm sitting at one of the tables with a glass of vodka in my hand.
Suddenly, it's empty.
I don't even remember drinking it. That's a lush for you, a drunk.
Just like my mother.
I attempt to drag myself to the bistro door, to go home to my flat but instead I find myself walking towards the vodka bottle to have another glass.
Stumbling, I feel one of my legs give way as I thankfully manage to just support myself on the bar.
Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my thoughts of just wanting to get drunk and forget everything as I'm suddenly harshly thrown to the ground.
As I slowly turn my head from the floor, I see three men that I've never met, all carrying bats.
Fear floods through my body as one of them approaches me and places the bat only centre meters from my face as I'm forced to dig the back of my head painfully and desperately into the floor.
I hastily close my eyes as if I'm trying to wish myself to be somewhere else, anywhere else.
I'm suddenly brought from my dreams as I feel the wooden bat, gripped tightly in his hands, gently make contact with my face as he slowly strokes it down it, along my cheekbone and towards my chin, leaving me petrified.
What's he going to do to me?
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