Jessica
For me, my face is everything, it represents me, so the fact that I wasn't too pleased at the kiwi-sized lump on my forehead and huge black eye is a fucking understatement. In the few hours since that bitch attacked me, it had only gotten worse. I brushed back my soft bangs to lightly stroke the lump with my fingertips. "Stupid bitch" I swore, thinking of the embarrassing scene Stephanie had caused in the restaurant.
I understood their anger; I just didnt give a fuck about it. Still, Stephanie was an intelligent woman, but that "fuck with me, and I'll fuck you up" attitude she had was there and I knew it. I should have expected nothing less and had my guard up. I flinched as Stephanie's mocking words came back to me,
"So if he loved you, if he chose you, if he couldn't get enough of you...then why the hell is he not with you?"
there was truth there. A truth that pained me deeply. The man I loved didnt love me enough, I'd made the right decision. I had moved on. We were over.
But I still thought about him, and back to the time when we first locked eyes. From that one moment, our awareness of each other changed; Roman's touch or look warmed me, our chemistry- that unseen connection between two people- had always been intense. Emotional. Electrifying, undeniable.
But now it was all gone, why? Because he decided he got bored with playing house and ran back home to his little bitch. I didn't like the fact that I had got played, and for that, Roman would pay.
