Maybe one day I’ll be ready to forgive Keaton, maybe even move forward together. For now, I’m content focusing on myself and watching what he chooses to become.
My nails rake down Alek’s back, drawing tiny beads of blood, as I bury my head in the pillow and let myself drown in sensation.
In the meantime, I have a lot left to learn.
She Sparked Hope
Keaton | The Past
Tonight,asIzonedout in front of the TV, the absolute last thing I imagined was a text lighting up my phone with a video of my ex-girlfriend fucking someone else.
You’d think after the millionth time Rianna refused to leave me alone, I’d have learned to ignore unknown numbers. But tonight, caught off guard, I opened the message anyway.
Curiosity won out. I opened the video and hit play before I realized what it was. If I’d known, I never would have touched that little sideways triangle.
UNKNOWN
Just in case u thought she was w8ting around 4 u.
{video}
The video shakes, blurry at first, until a sliver of light slips through the blinds. In that dim glow, Alek and Charlie come into focus—two silhouettes tangled up, lost in each other.
With each passing minute, my chest feels like it’s splitting open and my pain laid bare, exposed for anyone who might care to look.
Is this what it was like for her? This feeling of your heart being torn viciously from your body and squeezed so tightly that you can see each struggling beat as it fights to stay alive.
The hardest part is seeing Charlie lose herself in pleasure and finding it beautiful. I hate that it’s him, not me, but I can’t look away from her claiming something that used to be ours alone.
Their intimacy runs deeper than just sex, and that’s what cuts the most. But this is my fault. I’m the one who pushed her away, tore us apart, and left the door open for him.
My jaw aches from clenching my teeth as I see her on the edge. I want to close my eyes, pretend this isn’t real, pretend she’s still mine. But I don’t.
I should shut it off. Turn away from something she never intended for me to see, but I can’t, and shame floods me.
My muscles twitch, and I shiver when her voice breaks out in pleasure, shattering as she gives in to him. That bastard doesn’t stop, pushing her for more.
I grip my phone so hard I nearly hurl it at the wall, a roar building in my throat. At the last second, reason wins, and I fling it onto the couch instead.
Yanking at my hair, I pace as hot tears stream down my face. My emotions crash and tear at me, threatening to rip me into a million pieces.
Charlie’s cries echo in my ears, relentless, while images of Alek moving between her thighs replay in my mind like a cruel film I can’t turn off.
I roar and hurl a lamp at the wall, then another. My fists slam into the drywall, leaving bloody holes. Furniture flips, dishes shatter, and a weight smashes my TV. My rage leaves nothing untouched.
Just as quickly as it came, my anger drains away. I clutch the last photo I have of Charlie and collapse to my knees in the wreckage.
Karma comes for everyone eventually. Mine was always waiting. I just never knew when it would strike.
I’m trying to be better—for her, for me. A truly good man would be happy she’s moving on after all I put her through. But I’m not there yet. Not even close.
I fucking hate every second of it.
I fucking hate him for it.
Alek has everything I want. Everything I once had and was too goddamn stupid to hold onto.
I should thank him for helping her move on, and maybe deep down I do. But right now, all I want is to feel his skin under my fists for taking what was mine.
