Chapter 8

• *Andrea*
• The Uber was already waiting for me outside when I walked out of Alejandro's apartment. I got in fast, greeting the driver and telling him the address as he drove off. I rechecked the message to confirm what I saw. Alison's message stared back at me.
• ‘Hey, where are you? Lucas is here.’
• My body revolted at the message, and I couldn't believe Lucas had the nerve to show up late at night at the apartment.
• I would have loved to spend a little more time with Alejandro, but I had to cut the time off to go and face my cheating ex-boyfriend.
• I sat back in the backseat, massaging my temples, this is not what I needed now.
• The car stopped abruptly. “We are here.”
• I peeked out the window; we were already at my house. I wish the ride had been longer so I could be ready to face Lucas.
• I got down, closing the car door behind me after paying the driver and walking slowly towards the door. I took a few deep breaths before opening the door to my apartment.
• I walked in, shutting the door behind me. The house was dead silent, and I wondered if Lucas got tired of waiting and had already left.
• I pulled off my shoes in the doorway, walking barefoot into the sitting room.
• Allison was already waiting for me and probably heard the door. She looked concerned and stressed.
• “Sorry.” she mouthed as she stepped away, revealing the horrible sight of Lucas on the couch.
• He shook his leg impatiently and immediately approached me as if sensing my presence. He jumped up from the chair with a tight expression on his face.
• “Where the hell have you been? I've been waiting here for so long.”
• Allison walked into the room to give us some privacy, but I knew she could still hear us clearly because Lucas was so loud.
• “I was out,” I responded calmly, dropping my bag on the chair.
• “What do you mean by out?” He nearly shouted.
• “You know what I mean, Lucas.”
• He boiled in rage at my nonchalance at his anger.
• “Where did you go at this time of the night?” he looked down at his wristwatch.” it's 3:30 am in the morning.”
• “ And?” I asked him, looking him squarely in the face. “I'm an adult and can be out as late as I want. I don't answer to you; I want to know what you're doing here?”
• He calmed down a little, sitting back on the chair. “I've been calling you nonstop for days, leaving so many messages, and you never responded.”
• “That's not the answer to my question.” I spat out. “I just want to explain.”
• “I changed my number because I don't want to hear anything from you; we are over.”
• “Just let me explain myself,” he begged; the desolate look on his face would have worked on me before, but I know the truth now.
• “And what do you want to explain?”
• I asked slowly, walking towards him.
• “How you've been fucking different women behind my back, or how you've been lying to my face all this time?”
• “I haven't been lying to you; that was the first and the last time, I promise.”
• My body shook with anger at his blatant lying; he didn't even have the guts to come clean about everything.
• “Do you take me for a fool? I don't care if you've slept with a hundred women or if it's one, we are done.” I responded with finality. My head was aching from the futile argument; seeing him after everything was like a fresh reminder of his betrayal. I need him out of my house now.
• “Look, Lucas, let's just leave this behind us. I've moved on, and you should, too.”
• His eyes widened at my words, looking enraged as he stood up from the couch, staring at me menacingly.
• “You're seeing someone else.” He gritted through his teeth.
• “Who, is it someone I know?”
• “No, I'm tired of arguing with you; please leave.” I gestured to the door.
• He stood for a while, debating whether to leave or keep trying to make his point. He made a good decision as he started walking to the door.
• “I'm leaving now, but you can't get rid of me; we will get through this. I still love you, and I know you still love me.”
• I looked up at him; a tiny part of me still loved him. I liked what we had together, and that is all gone now.
• “All that love disappeared when I walked in on you balls deep in another woman.”
• He turned back, standing in the doorway, his bloodshot eyes dull through me.
• “It's all your fault.” He screamed, pointing his finger at me. “If you had just had sex with me, I wouldn't have to get it elsewhere.”
• “You asshole,” I screamed as my blood rose, as I unconsciously picked up a glass cup from the coffee table, flinging it across the room at him in anger.
• It smashed against the door as he slipped out in time, escaping the cup as it shattered in pieces.
• Alison ran out of the room, concerned at the noise. I flung myself on the couch, never wanting to see him again.
• “Are you alright?”
• I looked up at her, her brows furrowed together in deep worry.
• “Yes, I'm just angry I missed his head.”