Betrayed

It's kind of funny that I came upon this image prompt. I went through a similar situation with a similar necklace. It didn't end up in the woods for me though. It ended up in my mother's bedroom as I could not bear to wear it or look at it. I also didn't walk in on my boyfriend at that time cheating on me, but he did cheat. So I kind of took my experience and turned it into this story.

[IP] Love, she who needed to forget

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It was never supposed to end this way. But things rarely work out the way the should, do they?

I slammed my bottle of beer down on the table, causing my cat to jump. Sensing my mood, he slinked away to his bed in the corner. The events of 20 minutes ago were just the vomit icing on the shit cake of a day I was forced to endure. My nightmare of a boss had demanded that I drop the project I had spent the last three months on and hand it off to the new guy. He was apparently the second coming of Christ.

I took another swig of beer, the alcohol fueling the fire in my brain. On my way home, I ended up sitting in traffic for two hours. My car's AC had crapped out on me a few weeks ago and I had been way too busy to fix it so I also had to endure the scorching heat that had been bombarding the area for the last few days.

And then the best part of my day. Going to my girlfriend's apartment to eat dinner together. It was always the most calming part of my night. We would usually eat, drink a glass of wine, maybe end up in the bedroom. Except tonight ended very differently from what I had imagined.

Instead of finding a homecooked meal waiting, I found the leavings of an already eaten meal for two. And then I followed the sounds of passion coming from the bedroom. I should have never opened the door. If I hadn't, I would have been spared the sight of my boss with her head between by girlfriend's thighs. I would have also avoided the look on my girlfriend's, well ex-girlfriend, face as she did so.

The rest of what happened was a blur. And I guess that's how I ended up with the the necklace I had given to her on our five year anniversary last month. I must have swiped it off her dresser in my anger. There was also a good chance that I was fired, seeing as I slugged her in the face after she scrabbled off of my girlfriend.

My aching hand twinged as I clutched the battered box. I needed to get rid of this. I needed to get rid of it now. Ignoring my intelligent self, I managed to get myself too close to the edge of one of the many lookouts in the area. I gazed out at the sea of trees. I raised my arm and hurled the tiny, blue cloth ribbon tied box. Despite the darkness, I could see the white box fly through the air and disappear into the trees bellow.

I felt hollow. It seemed that my anger had fled with the necklace. Maybe it would land somewhere that it could be found by someone who knew what love actually was.

It was only way I could become she who needed to forget.