When I was eleven, mom was trying to land a British duke, which required extensive travel to Europe, and also required me accompanying her on the many trips abroad. To this day, I’m not sure why she dragged me along. In the end, all we had to show for the experience was my being held back a grade. So, even though I’m already eighteen, I’m still only a senior in high school.
Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I gaze at the house in the distance. Right up the beach is the house party we decided to crash. Bridget’s older sister rented it with a bunch of her college buddies, including my boyfriend, Matthew. Well, I guess ex-boyfriend now.
Bridget and I had decided at the last minute to pack a bag and crash the party. Although everyone at the party was significantly older then us, we knew we’d be welcomed to party with them. It would be everyone’s last hurrah. I couldn’t wait to get there and spend some time with Matt before school started, but it turned out he wasn’t missing me as much as I missed him.
My feet were cemented to the floor as I took in the sight before me. There, standing at the edge of the bed, was my boyfriend and a blonde I don’t know. I couldn’t move as I watched him thrust in and out of her from behind. The sickly sweet smell of sex permeated through the room.
I was afraid I’d be sick.
“Matt.”
“Oh, shit,” he said as he pulled out of her and faced me. “Fuck. I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“You didn’t know I would be here?”
He made no move to cover himself or his whore. Instead, I was forced to look at the woman he cheated on me with. Model tall with bones sticking out of her hips—the complete opposite of me. Her hair was the shade of blonde only present in a bottle and she had lips that looked as if they had recently been injected with fillers. Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to Matt whose dick was still hard and mouth hung open, obviously thinking of a way to respond to my question. He let out an audible sigh and then—finally—reached for a sheet to cover the evidence of his tryst.
“Listen, Lynn. I’m sorry you found out this way, but maybe it’s for the best.”
My stomach tightened, and anger coiled inside me. “For the best? What the fuck, Matt? We’ve been together for months!”
“Yeah, but I’m going away to college, and I’m not sure how I can go that long without you. I have needs.”
“Needs? You know what? No. No! You don’t get to put this on me like it’s my fault you’re a lying, cheating dick. I’m out of here. Have a nice life.”
“Lynn—”
I stormed out the door.
I take a deep breath and the smell of the ocean rushes up through my nose. It’s salty and pungent fragrance should act as a balm, an elixir that soothes me, but I’m too destroyed for something that simple to work. I exhale the emotion collecting inside me.
All I can do now is pray for a miracle to save my night.