Breakup

As if an hour drive wasn't enough stress on my plate, his words had to shattered the little hope I'd hanging on. Staring in his brown eyes I listened to his cold words as its spanked right in my face.

Never did I thought a day like this would come even if it did, a person like him would never change. Of all he was supposed to be there for me ,he should have be in support of me and my family. Perhaps I was expecting much of him.

"I'm getting marry!" My legs stumbled on it grip, the edge of my nails framed in my skin firmly. I stared at him in blank wondering over what such of prank he was up to.

"You're joking right, we haven't chose a date yet nor have we given out invitations, so..?

"Not with you" he said running his hands through his curly hair, throwing his eyes to various angles. Scrapping his visions from mine, crawling in my mind were thousand of thoughts, he must be joking, or I was in an awful dream and would wake up and smile it off. Yet his six feet muscular body couldn't betrayed my vision for illusion, that cocky smile was sure for reality.

"Not with me, who then?" he grabbed the paper cup and framed it to his lips, staling time to his reply. Skimming through his high neck that braced on sliver chain, grabbing forth the pale yellow shirt that gave out a steal of his hairy chest that used to pleased my thirst, holding down to his thick thighs that fit in the tight shorts he had on, cropping in with the fade sneaker.

"Mr. George brought the proposal to my father and he agreed, am marrying his daughter" he said releasing the cup on the table.

"Samantha" her name let loose through my lips, the warmth of the cup burnt my palm from the tight grip. Lending a faint smile "so...this is..?" I said with a steam in my tone, cooling out every heat that was creaming in ,in sight of his cherry baby lips.

"Alice we're grown ups, shits occurs"

'shit occurs' the words screamed in the walls of my mind, I pinned a finger under my nostril evading the running streams, my lashes clapped in seconds in resistance to the weak emotions that were crippling my will. The corner of my lip stuck in between my teeth.

"We're engaged Steve, soon we'll married. Where's all this coming from?"

"There are many engaged couples that separated, we won't be the first " yes but most probably didn't got the shock on the day they lost everything, neither did their partner pulled the rug beneath them with a reveal of getting marry to their cousin.

"I just thought it best you get the news from me instead of finding it out from someone else" cold as he presented his words so was his face. The sound of the cup slamming the table got the audience of the surrounding couples, snobbing their faces and glimmering words spread among them.

"Should I be thankful?, tell me Steve is this a favor you're handing me?. Just yesterday you were on my line urging how you couldn't wait to be my husband, us being together. Now this, tell me Steve have you forgotten?" his fingers clutched in the wooden table, trolling his eyes on his laps. "Was it all a lie?. You're just gonna trash our relationship like it was nothing." The devil in me felt like slapping the unconcerned looks on his face.

"It was just an engagement what the big deal about calling it off?"

How's it so easy for some people to just break relationships they once valued like it meant nothing, trashing on it and kicking it with left feet, how can something so deep be replace within a blink of an eye. If rock could speak then it was sure to commend his hard expression on that fine face, damn, no regrets or guilts registered on it.

He threw his hand on the back of his neck, pleasing the itch to satisfaction. It most like him to get itches in tight spots or under pressure. "Take it" I flinched my eyes on the cash in his hands, eying back at his face that fenced in pride . "You can have it, it a sum of two thousand dollars. After today you and I share no relation nor did we earlier" .

How dare he?, how could he think our relationship could be bought just like that. It fine if he broke my heart and treated our three years relationship like nothing but him paying off our relationship was the last stop. I slapped the cash off his hands, getting a hit of satisfaction off his froze face ,lost pride and lost in baffled land.

"You should have take it, now it all wasted. You're going to need it"

"Even if I do in future your money won't be required"

You never know your true enemies till you're a garbage to them. Our families have been friends since ever, our fathers were buddies. His father had brought the alliance to get his son marry to me, with an acknowledgement from me dad agreed to the alliance, as I felt he was the one I set sail with what dad said.

"Here's the fact Alice, you don't hate this more than I do. This is just how cruel reality is, I won't doom my future for the sake of love.

Your family is ruin soon you'll be living on the street with no bread to feed the mouth. The marriage alliance was set due to the status of your family but now, it all gone and I see no reason for me to marry you"

I hated it, I've never felt so wrong in life. He was the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with, the one my father was entrusting my future to. The man I thought loved me as I loved him, he sat relaxed telling me I was nothing but a package of wealth and now worthless without the wealth.

The sparks in his eyes were gone. I could see nothing but my reflection in his eyes, the cloudy storm was in present in front of me. The beautiful mask was off.

The palm of my hands rested on my forehead asi watched him return no emotion, a shrink chuckle was forced from the throat. My neck had sore from all the denials of the truth in front of me.

How silly was I, he was damn right life for me and my family was just getting started but it wasn't in his place to tell me nor did he had the right to rub it in my face, I was no fool to refute my family situation. Life does present obstacles but it doesn't make the end of it.

"My family might be in trash now but mark my words Steve, the Black family will survive this storm, we'll strive up to show people like you what we're made off. A day will come when I'll have you swallow your words, your head will be compelled to my toes" our eyes met in race, glaring the hell at him. He pulled away after second of eye battle, run his fingers on his straight chin .

"There's no climbing up for you and your family Alice. The Black reputation is gone along with all the wealth and power. And you know what..?" his lips froze in seconds of time, scanning my crooked brows and balled hands on the table.

" I was never in love with you, I was only marrying you because my father compelled me, as your father promised to give a share in my name. But now the Black empire isn't yours, guess you're of no use to me or my father, neither is your family name" it took all in me to halt my reflexes of throwing a punch to his nicely carved nose. The urge to throw the hot coffee on his face which he carried with pride, in such that scars remain. But the coffee cost me a dollar and he wasn't worth that much in my eyes. Plus as it goes revenge is best served cold and my coffee was hot.

"Waiter" he called and laid his bill with a two dollar tip. His gaze fell on me accompanied with a dirty smirk, 'kick him' the devil in me spoke.

"I hope this will be last we cross paths" his giant feet marched to the exit, erasing all the good memories we had form. Infecting the place we had name our love garden our sweet spot. My eyes followed his last steps ,his hands that slammed the door then front the grey Toyota car.

I told myself to be strong, forget him, don't think of him , don't shade a single tear, he didn't deserve it but no matter the amount I console myself I still couldn't help to run an eye on him. My hands fell on my face as my eyes run throw with emotions battling the heart. It hurts, I could act tough and pretend it didn't happen but deep within I was broken ,shattered to pieces. How could he?, did he quickly forget about us?, our memories?, he had proposed in the cafe he smashed my heart. How was it so easy for him to lay off our three years relationship ,all my love and dedication to him was gone jus like that.

I know I shouldn't have cried after his words, but even if those smiles were fake, the touches were emotionless or the loving and caring were acts, they still left a slot in me. It hurts to know the moon night walks and movie nights were all his strategies.

As much as I ripped with in I was at peace to know his true face before the marriage, grateful I wasn't legally bounded to him.

Inside the car, I grabbed the hand makeup mirror and applied foundation on my puffy eye bags, closing in all evidence of weakness. Even in heart break a woman has to look good and presented for the next haunt.

After a thorough check, I let anger decide my decision to trash out all our memories, the photos, videos, recordings. Everything I had of him was gone in the bin. 'His number' the mind repeat in reminder, 'will you delete it?' the heart questioned, pleading it way to keep it while the mind protest in such decision. My finger froze on the screen ,stock on the decision, should I listen to the mind or the heart?.'