Daffie took a look in the mirror to make sure she looked calm and collected. Her medium brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. Her mascara was still on point. Her honey brown eyes hadn't shed a single tear. Her hot pink lipstick was screaming back. Randy loved that lipstick. For some reason it turned him on. That was the only reason she wore it tonight. He would get to see it one last time without ever being allowed to kiss her again and smear that lipstick across her chin in a heated moment.
She heard the key in the door. Randy has finally come home. He probably expected her to be asleep. She usually pretended to sleep when he came home smelling of another woman's perfume and with lipstick kisses left on his clothes or body. He always had an excuse next day, and he always put all the blame on her if he could get away with it. Nothing was ever his fault, and she should be grateful for dating a superstar like him. The door opened and he grunted as he stepped inside.
"Why is the light still on?" He looked over at her. "And why are you still awake?"
"I was waiting for you," she said.
"Go to bed. I'm tired. We can talk in the morning," he said.
He kicked off his shoes and tried pretending nothing was wrong.
"Talk about what? The lipstick on your neck? The smell of her perfume? The stench of her on your dick? What exactly do you wanna talk about?" She asked.
He snapped his head up fast and stared at her. Those eyes were always so angry when he had been busted.
"Really? You wanna go there?" He asked.
"Yeah, I wanna go there," she answered. "Mainly I wanna know why."
"I needed to fuck someone and she was available," he said.
"And what was I? I was right here at home. You weren't in another town, Randy. You were down at the pub. You could have gone home or even called me to come join you," she said.
He stepped closer to her and smirked.
"I'm a superstar, baby. I get to have more than the average person. Don't act so jealous. I'm coming home to you in the end, aren't I?" He said.
"And that should make me happy?" She asked.
"Yes, it should. All those women would be happy if they were in your shoes, but I choose you over them," he said. "You should be fucking thanking me."
She was stunned for a second. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shouldn't be surprised but she was. This was the exact reason why she was leaving him tonight. She had already packed her clothes and personal belongings, and everything was in her car. The house was his, and she didn't give a damn about the couch she had paid for when she moved in. He could have it as a constant reminder of her whenever he fucked someone else on it.
"Thank you?" She ran her tongue over her teeth. "Sure thing, Randy. I thank you for your lies and broken promises. I thank you for making me hurt. I thank you for digging a hole inside me. I thank you for making me feel like I'm drowing or choking."
"Careful, Daffie," he said warningly.
"Or what?" She raised her voice. "I'll tell you what. There's not a damn thing you can threaten me with. I'm done. Thank you for making me stronger, asshole. The old me would never have dared walking out on a boyfriend like this. New me doesn't give a fuck anymore."
She walked over to the door, opened it and turned around. He looked completely taken by surprise. He really thought she would stay no matter what. She blew him a kiss to make sure he saw that hot pink lipstick as the final thing ever, and then she marched out of the door and left it open behind her.
"Daffie?" He called desperately. "You can't fucking leave me like this! Daffie! Turn around! I demand you turn around and look at me! Talk to me, damn it!"
She opened the door to her car, got in, turned on the engine and drove away. Never once did she turn around to look at him. She was done. She had said what needed to be said. In the end she had meant her final words. She was thankful for becoming a stronger person. She just wished it hadn't come out of pain caused by him.
She had loved him once, and she knew he loved her in his own fucked up way. Unfortunately he also felt like she owed him the world, that he owned her, and that he never had to give back. All he did was take and take until there was nothing left to give.
