I slowly opened the door, feeling the coldness of the doorknob between my fingers. I felt a tinge of excitement, the kind you experiment when you are about to enter someplace you know you shouldn't enter but you just can't help it. I slowly opened the door, my ears tensed up trying to pick up the slightest hint of the door creaking. For some reason, I didn't want Alan to know that I was going to enter this room, and suddenly I felt like a burglar breaking into a house.
I opened the door, and found that there was nothing remarkable to that room. In fact, it was just a bedroom, but something was out of place in there. At first, I didn't realize but the bed was unmade. I quietly closed the door and walked over to the bed. I had never been much of a detective, but I did notice something that should definitely NOT be there. A stain in the sheets.
I have never been a genius at this but I didn't have any doubt as to where this stain came from, and I started to get really pissed off. I heard a flushing sound, and a door opened on the other end of the room. Out of it came… a Barbie girl. She was tall, blonde, with really large boobs and a really small waist. Her long hair bounced as she walked and swayed as if to an invisible wind.
"Well, hello," she said with a smirk, and I just wanted to punch the hell out of her. I immediately recognized that voice. It was the girl that had once called me to tell me to stay away from Alan, though it was not the same girl I had seen in the restaurant with him. My heart fell, how many other girls did he have?
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked. The girl just laughed, and walked over to the bedroom door.
"Alan dear, Sylvie wants to know who the fuck am I," she said, in such a calm and taunting voice that I wanted to punch her until she could no longer boast having a pretty face with a straight nose. However, I kept calm, bitch-fighting was not going to help at all.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and I knew Alan was coming up to see what was going on. I wanted to hurt him even more than I wanted to hurt that slut, but I knew that if I even tried hitting him I would be off worse. He appeared on the doorway, and I saw him glaring at ME.
"Why the fuck do you have to stick your nose where it doesn't concern?" he asked angrily, advancing of me. Anger consumed me in such a way I didn't even know what to say. I just turned around and stormed out of the room into my bedroom and locked myself inside.
Once I was safe behind the thick wooden door, I started crying. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again. Suddenly, I didn't know what to do anymore. I grabbed the phone and dialed Monica's number: I desperately needed to talk to someone who could understand me.
"Monica! Oh Monica I need your help," I wailed as soon as she picked up the wireless phone.
"Sylvie! What happened girl?" she asked in a really worried tone. I sighed, and found that talking about this would be harder than I thought.
"Alan's cheating on me," I said slowly. "He… I just… he was even keeping his lover in the house. Inside MY house." I kept on sobbing and crying.
"He's a total asshole. You have to leave him at once," Monica said, her voice full of determination. "You just can't keep on suffering because of that asshole." I bit my lip. Of course I would love to give Alan a good-bye. But the problem was, I still loved him a lot.
I wondered if I could live without Alan. After all, I loved him so much that everything he had done to me was actually worth it. Was this worth it too?
"Sylvie now don't go hesitating," Monica said as if reading my thoughts. "Trust me, there are a million guys as cute as Alan. All you've got to do is gather up a little bit of courage and look for them."
"I don't know," I said, twisting a strand of hair between my fingers in the absence of a phone chord. "I… I've been too long with Alan. I don't think it would be that easy for me."
"You're getting dependant on him, Sylvie," Monica said. "You can't let that happen girl! Where's all your independence gone? Come on baby, ditch that asshole!" I took a deep breath, but it didn't give me any courage.
"Ok," I said uncertainly. "I'll call you later." I pressed the 'off' button, and sat down on the bed, facing a really large mirror. My face was red like an apple, and it was all tearstained. The tears had made my makeup go all blotchy, and my eyes were even redder than the rest of my face. I looked awful, I couldn't even think about confronting Alan while looking like this.
I smiled as a great idea hit me. I would dress and look my best so Alan could realize what he had lost. I stood up from the bed, full of enthusiasm. I rushed to the bathroom and washed my face. Then I took off my clothes and stood in front of the closet to decide. Boy, Alan was going to be sorry he ever cheated on me.
"Alan," I called. He was sitting on a couch, reading the paper. He turned to look at me, and his expression quickly changed from anger to amazement. His mouth almost literally dropped open, and his eyes were open wide. He opened his mouth slightly, but no words came out of it. Yeah, I can have that effect when I want to. Alan's reaction only helped me gain more confidence in myself, and now I was really sure that I could live without him, and maybe that I could find another man.
"Who was that girl?" I asked, advancing on him.
"Just a friend, she's not what you think," he said, standing up. "I've already thrown her out of the house, I'm sorry, come here." He hugged me, and suddenly the confidence went away. I really loved this man, why was I doing this?
"Alan… no" I said, pulling away from him. "I'm leaving. This is the second time I've caught you cheating on me, and I can't stand this anymore. So I've already packed away my stuff, and I'm leaving."
"But why?" Alan asked. "Don't you love me anymore?" He hugged me and kissed me again, and it was all I could do not to fall under his spell. I took in a deep breath.
"No," I said, and I had to fight the tears welling up in my eyes. This was going to be harder than I thought. I took a step away from him.
"I'm sorry Alan, but it's goodbye for you now," I said. I turned around, and slowly walked away from him, trying to restrain the tears.
As I opened the front door and bent down to pick up my suitcase, I wondered if I had made the right choice. I forbade myself to look back, and kept on walking, my head held high, heading towards Monica's.
"You wanna dance with me?" a deep, male voice says behind me. I can feel Monica nudging me, and I turn around slowly. Wow. I'm standing in front of the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. He's a head taller than me, and has a very well-built body. His hair is straight, blond, and neck-length. His eyes are blue, and give off the impression that he's just told a really good joke and is laughing because of it.
"Sure," I say with a seductive smile. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, and I think this time it really came to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is the end folks!! Jaja! You were all starting to feel proud of Sylvie and here she goes again! Some people just never learn. Well, see ya all later! Hope I get a good idea for a story soon. Bye!!