Red Lips

Ish… I do tend to blabber a lot. Let’s go back to lunch… the lunch I didn’t eat with my father. He came all the way to Boston, with a ‘friend’ in tow, to marry me off. Can you believe that? Oh well I can… I can not!!! Because of all people he should know the best, what it’s like to be married against your will. Hell if this late 30’s dude was handsome af with a good charisma and if he was even a little bit funny, I would plunge head first into this marriage. But… he was the exact opposite and my blunt refusal made him cry… like literally effin* cry and on top of that, he unexpectedly ran out of the hotel room.

The look in my father’s eyes hurt, but not as much as his thought of still punishing me for the decision of his parents. Was it really my fault? I didn’t even exist back then, but I existed now and I was the perfect punching bag.

My heart sank so deep that I couldn’t hear it beating anymore.

“Bonnie… You have really did it this time, I hope you are pleased with yourself!” My father said, while lifting his napkin from his lap and throwing it in his plate. He stood up and left as well. Leaving me there with a broken heart. How many times has my heart been broken by him and how many times I still hoped for a little bit of love, a tad of approval that I was a good girl and that I did well. No, I didn’t get that. Lucy, my step sister received it all. She was the light of his eyes, while I was the darkness of his past.

Somehow, I find the force in me to stand up and scramble my way out as well. As soon as I step outside, the bright light of May and the last few cold winds of winter, made me pale instantly. Due to the bright sunshine, my nose started to be sore and tears started falling down my face, well I liked to think it was the sun, when in fact it had always been my heart.

Some pedestrians started glaring at me, so I pick up the pace faster and faster, until I end up running. In which direction and for what reason I still don’t know even today, but that hasty run, later had led me to him.

With each step I was taking I could feel my heart falling deeper and deeper into darkness. With one hand, I was holding tight against my chest, my Burberry trench coat, while the long fingers of the other one, were tightly wrapped on the handle of my Coach handbag. Despite my bad day, a slight drizzle started falling from the sky, making the ground completely slippery and my 5in Jimmy Choo’s, were definitely not made for running, as in the next second, my heel slipped and I find my self falling… literally falling this time. My butt hit in full force the concrete pavement, while my sunglasses, that were meticulously covering the tears on my face, have swung a few feet away ahead of me.

I sit there in a daze, trying to understand what the Hell had just happened with the poised, young, successful lady that I know, when a shadow casted over me. I look up at this female figure, with full red lips, dark sparkly eye shadow, curled the soul out of her hair and with boobs… god damn those boobs made even myself salivate. I stare way longer than it’s legal at her chest, while ‘red lips’ over here, hands over my scratched as Hell, pair of shades.

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