MEMOIRS OF A HEARTBROKEN LOVER PART 4

 

The second slap slowed her down and she raised up both arms to shield her face from another eventual slap. She was breathing heavily, and as I watched her chest rise and fall in breath, I felt no remorse at all. All I wanted was the phone.

I wanted to know this impostor, this intruder, this man that had bested me in the eyes of the woman I had loved dearly. This man that had risen a beast in me, this man that was now addressed 'baby' even in my very presence. This man that had spoilt a sweet four-year romance. The blood still dropped from her nose and I still loved her enough not to show remorse, I still burned inside with the rage of a wounded predator ready to crush any prey in his way. I was vexed.

She finally raised up her face, I wasn't sure what I saw in her eyes. Whether it was shock, plea, or hate; I never cared.

"So you slapped..." She started saying but... The slap again!

I was a beast now, and what mattered now was not her pain but an urgent answer! Or explanation(s) to what was going on. I had lost every civil sense of doing things, so I was going to know what it was that stole my love and replaced my life with incomprehensible pain the hard way.

She lost it too; she let those demons loose and the down pour of revelations began. Her voice was back on top gear;

"You wanna know right?" She began "yes, I'm seeing someone and I love him. I love him more than you. So what are you gonna do about it? Kill me? If you like beat me, do your worst but its not gonna change a thing..." She continued her rants but I wasn't listening anymore. I had won, I now knew. No! Confirmed, because I had suspected all along. My senses were now back and I felt sorry, I had slapped my beloved. Not once but thrice, I had gone the whole nine yards just to be sure another man was in the picture. In that moment I now felt her pain, she had stopped ranting now and was crying. I don't know whether it was because of the guilt of confessing to something she had earlier denied or it was due to the fact that I had slapped her for the first time in 4 years of been together, more so do it in a very violent way. I felt her pain so I moved close and tried to touch her but she pushed my hand away.

"Why didn't you tell me all these in the first place? Why did you have to let it come down to this before saying something?" I was now regretting my actions and I know I needed to apologize. So I tried to.

"Listen, am sorry I slapped you. But I did it because I love you and I was hurting inside. Please am sorry."

She continued sobbing and looked away as i talked. I continued;

"You said you love him?" I asked hoping to get another answer.

"Yes"

"And you prefer him to me?"

"Yes"

"OK, I won't stop you. But know this; I'm truly sorry I did slap you. However that person won't ever love you the way I did. Mark my words, this is not a curse though."

I looked at the table beside me, on top of it was an award given to us before graduation as the 'best couple' in the department. I picked it up and handed it to her.

"What do I do with this?" I asked.

"You can keep it." Was the answer I got and she picked her bag from where it lay on the bed and shoved her way past me and out of my door! And out of my life!

Watch out for the last part: MEMOIRS OF A HEARTBROKEN LOVER (THE AFTERMATH)!