Chapter Three
David
As soon as I wake up I’m hit with the memory of what happened last night. From the dancing to the drinking to the throwing up and meeting a handsome stranger to the nice sex. I move my head to my right and I see him sleeping so peacefully, he’s nude and the way he rests on the bed has an artistic meaning to it. If I were good at painting or drawing I would paint and draw him right now.
He looks so cute and peaceful as he breathes so slowly. I want to wake him up and thank him for the sex, or to have sex with him again, but I can’t because I’m not planning on having a boyfriend now or ever and this is probably the last time I’ll see him again, or not since he lives here and New York might be a big city but it is still a small world.
I quietly jump off of bed grab my clothes and leave the room. I begin to wear my clothes as I move over to the elevator. The elevator door opens and in comes someone else. A good-looking white guy in a polo shirt and khaki pants.
“Oh.” he looks me up and down. “Hello.”
“Hi,” I say laughing nervously. “I was just leaving,” I say running into the elevator. I catch the man looking at me in shock like he’s seen a ghost but he quickly relaxes his face as soon as I turn around.
Geez, why did that man’s eyes widen like that?
I put my shirt on but then I wince when I feel a sudden pain in my back. I try to look at the mirror behind me to see what is causing me pain and that’s when I notice a scratch on my back, oh that could be why that man was looking at me like that. I smile at it because that scratch means that he enjoyed fucking me, and I enjoyed being fucked by him. I’m not even mad at the scratch. I hope he has a good life and the people who are going to be fucked by him are lucky.
I walk out of the elevator and I say goodbye to the doorman who looks super nice. As soon as I get to the street I hail a cab. I get inside and tell him to take me to where I want to go I remember that I share a room with Elijah, that fucking traitor.
I groan. I don’t want to see him at all, but I guess I have no choice because my things are in that house. Anything he has to say I don’t want to fucking hear it and we obviously can’t live in the same house, one of us has to go. I’ll gladly go if he doesn’t. All I know is that I can’t live in the same house as a traitor.
I still cannot believe he would do this to me. We’ve had each other's backs since we were kittens. When I came out to him at thirteen he came out to me the following year and we became closer than ever, I told him I was gay before I told my parents. We always wanted to move to New York because we believed it to be the gay capital of the world. All that just for him to stab me in the back by fucking my boyfriend. Honestly fuck him, I’m fucking done with his ass, so yes fuck him.
I should have known he was shady because ever since we were 14, he was always going missing, like, he’d just disappear and I noticed it usually happened once a month. God knows why he goes missing once a month but I bet it’s to no good.
Before walking into the room I breathe in and out, I don’t think I’m ready for this, I don’t think I’m ready to see him because I might just beat someone up and go to jail for murder. So I open the door. But to my shock I don’t just see Elijah, Ryan is here as well and they both stand up when they see me.
“There you are, we’ve been calling your phone, why didn’t you answer?” Elijah says. Elijah’s blond and his hair is gelled, he has a square-shaped face heavy lower lip and ocean-blue eyes. He’s also muscular and incredibly handsome so I guess the both of them deserve each other. Because people would always check Elijah out but not me. Guess white people don’t trust the Mexicans.
“Why on earth would I do that?” I ask him and he looks taken aback by it. What did he think would happen? That I would forgive him that easily and all will be Rosie? Hell nah, he’s crazy.
“Come on babe let’s talk.” Ryan moves over to touch me and I smack his hand away.
“What the fuck is wrong with the both of you? You still don’t get it do you?” I’m raising my voice, next, I’ll be this close to smacking a bitch. “You cheated on me with my best friend, of all people,” I say to Ryan and I almost sound like I’m about to cry and I hope not because I’m not going to cry not for these two. Never. “How long has this been going on and please just answer me.”
Elijah looks at Ryan and then back at me, and he’s crying and I don‘t know why since I’m the one who’s supposed to be crying I’m the one who got cheated on, he should save the crocodile tears for another day.
“Three weeks.” He says.
“Three weeks,” I repeat. I feel so hurt and honestly, I do want to cry so fuck this I’m going to cry because it’s painful. I should have seen the signs that Ryan was full of shit because I’ve caught him flirting with other guys before I just didn’t think he was the one who started the flirting because he’s a very hot gay, the gay beauty standard if you will. I’m so stupid.
“Babe please.” Ryan comes closer again and I snap and I push him making him fly right across the room to the ground. I gasp when I see what I’ve just done. What the hell? How did he fly across the room like that? That’s not possible. I didn’t even push him that hard.
Elijah looks away from Ryan and he looks at me stunned with squinted eyes. There’s fear written all over his face.
“Your eyes,” he says. Then he begins to back away. I look at him confused as to why he’s looking at me like that, is he afraid that I might kill him? Ryan begins to groan and he limps toward the door swearing under his breath, he leaves. Elijah leaves as well with fear in his eyes. I don’t think he’ll be coming back.
When they’re both gone. I look at my hands in awe, what the fuck just happened? What’s wrong with my eyes? I head straight to the mirror and I look at my reflection, nothing, my eyes are the normal honey brown eyes, I’ve always had.
I shake my head, firstly I need to shower and after that, coffee.
I head over to my room and I begin to take my clothes off and I wrap my towel around my waist. I move over to the bathroom and I turn my back to look at the scratch that was left there by Max and to my shock, it’s no longer there.
“What the fuck?” I say searching, but nothing’s there it’s almost like it was never there in the first place. I stop searching and I just look at my reflection. What the hell is happening? I know for a fact that marks like that don’t just disappear and they stay there for a long time, but this one just disappeared, my back doesn’t even look like it was ever touched. Did I imagine that mark in the first place?
Anyway, I just need to shower maybe I’ll go back to being sane after I shower and have a cup of coffee, I need to go for a walk too.
After showering I put on my white shirt, black pants and sneakers then I head out. I get a cup of coffee from Starbucks. I like my coffee black, with no sugar and no cream. I like it bitter like how my heart’s going to be after Ryan crushed it. I don’t think I’ll ever be falling for anyone ever again. Ryan has truly hurt me.
I find myself walking in Central Park trying hard not to think of the betrayal but I don’t stop thinking and smiling about my encounter with Max. Why am I thinking about Max and smiling? That was supposed to be a one-time thing and I’m not looking for a boyfriend and neither is he, he’s too busy controlling a whole company. So yeah, dating is off the table for him and me. I don’t think I can ever date again.
Although, I did forget about Ryan and Elijah when I spent the night with Max.
“Help, leave me alone!” I hear someone yell and I look forward to seeing a man trying to steal a woman’s purse from her. I quickly drop my coffee on the floor and I rush over to save her.
“Hey! Let her go!” I say running toward him.
“Fuck you!” he says pointing a gun at me, I stop and I hear the gun go off and the next thing I know, I’m seeing pitch black.