Proposal

The tears I tried so hard to stop on my way here began to pour out again, more fiercely this time, I tried to stop crying in front of them but it just wasn’t working.

His lousy promises echoed in my head as I stared at the both of them pleasure each other, still oblivious of my presence. How can he chose to hurt me this way, all I ever did was to love him and now this?!, it was more than infidelity now, this is my best friend involved deepening the pain.

“Angela,” I whispered biting my lips to prevent myself from crying shamelessly in front of them as I pushed the door further and stepped in.

The smell of their sweat and other bodily fluid filled the air and I wrinkled up my nose in disgust.

“Janelle?!” Angela gasped in shock like she wasn’t expecting to see me here, wasn’t this their plan?! she pushed Peter off her, he had a small unremorseful smirk at the corner of his lips and it is very obvious that this was a carefully planned action from his end.

A small streak of tears rolled down my face, I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head, shaking the ridiculous thought that I could be possibly the reason for their disgusting act out of my head.

“Janelle,” she muttered again, she wrapped the duvet around her body leaving Peter stark naked on the bed and rushed towards me, she reached forward and grabbed my hands, she swallowed hard and stepped closer to me.

“I can explain,” she whispered, I let out a wry laugh and slowly looked down at her hands on my wrist, my twinkled in anger and disgust, I clearly heard her call me naive and now she is trying to behave like she was forced to do this pissed me further, I gently looked back up at her face.

“Let go!” I muttered curtly, she immediately let go of my hands and took a step away from me, my gaze shifted to Peter one last time but he still had no expression on, no remorse at all, with a heavy and broken heart I turned around and stormed downstairs.

I heard footsteps behind me and I could tell they were coming after me, I increased my pace and headed towards the door, the last thing I wanted to hear from them was explanation.

“You never let me have my way with you, what exactly did you expect that I would wait for you?!” I heard Peter say as soon as I got to the door, my movement stilled as I slowly turned to face him.

Before I could even think of what the next right action to take was, I felt my feet propel me towards him, I raised my hands and slammed it on his face in anger.

Peter’s hands flung to his cheeks, he slowly rubbed it as he looked up at me a sinister smirk playing on his lips, but I couldn’t care more.

“You’re a loser Janelle, you have no idea how much I’ve endured in the last one year to be with you!” He said

“You should be grateful I’m willing to marry you, you’re a sucker for love, no one wants to marry that!” He slammed, my breath suddenly turned shallow as I struggled to breathe hearing him say those words to my face.

Speechlessly and choked up for air, I dipped my hands in my bag fumbling through it in search of the door pass card, immediately I found it, I slammed it on his chest and looked at him dead in the eye.

“I’m done with you two, you can go continue shoving yourself down each others throat!” I grunted, he thinned his lips and nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I was dying to do that too, your family is now broke, I have no need of you!” He replied even more calmly, I slowly looked down at his hands wrapped around Angela’s wrist as he said that to me, I sauntered backwards slowly, my knees almost unable to carry my weight again as my hands flung to my chest.

He has no need of me?! Someone I loved genuinely with all my heart and now he is referring to me like an object?!

I turned around immediately and ran out of his house.

Later that day ….

10:00pm ….

I sat in the hospital waiting room, my hands folded across my chest as I stared into space my face a crying mess.

“This is the last and very critical stage, I have no idea how much longer we can hold her for, it’s a miracle she’s still breathing,”

“We have to conduct the surgery as soon as possible, I really can’t guarantee what would happen if not,”

More tears rolled down my face as I turned to look at my dad where he was seated, even if he didn’t say anything I could tell he felt like all hope is lost.

He has even gone as far as trying to sell his shares in his company off but with the situation of things at the company, nobody is willing to invest in something with a very bleak future.

In the midst of all these turmoil with my family, the two people I trusted the most still had the mind to do this to me.

My mind is messed up, I’m trying to think of ways to raise money for my mother but my mind still keep on diverting to the horrible image I saw earlier.

My tears intensified as Peter’s words to me earlier echoed in my head, why the hell is all of these happening to me, I think I’ve gotten to the point in my life where people call cross roads because I have no idea what to do next.

I took my eyes off my Dad, he is too engrossed in his own grief and he was barely handling it well to even try and comfort me.

Angela’s voice echoed in my head, Am I really naive? Once upon a time I had a whole lot of love to give and I gave it out freely accepting whatever in turn, but now this? this is going to be the last of it, because whatever love I have left have been completely drained.

My phone suddenly dinged, I took it out of my bag quickly, Maybe it was Peter, maybe he had probably come back to his senses and was ready to apologize but my hopes dashed into thin air as it was a text from an unknown number.

With slumped shoulders I clicked on the message, to open it

-“Marry me, I’ll save your Father’s Company and help your sick mother”-