I wake up to my phone buzzing non-stop. As my eyes were still closed, I reach for my phone that was charging on my white nightstand. Who the fart is texting this early. It was my group chat that I made with my friends. I ignored them and got myself ready for work. After I took my shower I went to my closet and picked out my clothes. I was wearing a white shirt tucked into my long khaki pants and put on a white cropped University sweater and put on my white heels, I go to my self-made vanity and put my hair in a high claw clip with two strands hanging out and do my makeup I grab my purse with my wallet and phone inside it and head out the door.

The ding of the elevator kicked me out of my Wonderland. I hurried and rushed out of the elevator. I quickly walked to my desk and took out my Sketchbook, and started sketching as the new ideas came to me each second. Time flew by, and I saw a silhouette hanging around by my desk. I look up to see one of my besties with her hands on her hip. "I'm guessing you haven't seen the text messages." She complained as she took my phone out my purse.

Her name is Sarah, aka the party animal, but that's all she wants people to know about her. She has short red dark hair and always wears clothes that are either too small or too revealing. "You guys were blowing up my phone, disturbing my sleep. You know how I feel about my sleep." I reply to her. "Sure, sleeping beauty." She replies sarcastically as I see her roll her eyes from the corner of my eyes. "Why do you ask?" I asked, looking at her, trying to guess the password on my phone.

"Because it's your anniversary with that jackass you call a boyfriend." I look at her crazy and put down my SketchBook and paused for a second looking at all the dates that I could find for today I slap my forehead and scold myself in my head for completely forgetting about my anniversary. "Oh my gosh, I completely forgot." I exclaimed, snatching my phone away from her and looking at my calendar to check, and there it was, the date of my 3-year anniversary with my boyfriend was today.

Sarah smiles as she sits down on my desk as if she was hoping that I had forgotten. "I know you don't like him, but you don't have to smile at me for forgetting our anniversary." I say, crossing my arms. "Relax your besties got you because we already paid for that new fancy restaurant across the street." She teasingly says as her smile gets bigger. "You're kidding, right?" I question  her, hoping that she was lying because that place cost more than my paycheck. "You know that I don't play about my money, baby." She plays with her nails and continues on "also we told your boyfriend, so I don't know how you don't know." I haven't talked or seen him since last night when he had that important call, then he left the house. "You sure?" I  muttered. "Yeah, so that means when you're done with work, get in your house and put something sexy on and head to that restaurant."

After work, I hurriedly walked to the parking lot and got in my car and drove home so then I could get my pretty dress on and go to the restaurant. The girls said that I should meet him there. As I pull my car in the driveway, I see his car, and I can't help but wonder why I see his car out front?

I slowly open the door and look around, and I see shoes on the floor, his work shoes, and someone's size 5 because my feet are pretty big. I stop in my tracks trying to catch my breath hoping that my boyfriend for going on 3 years isn't cheating on me with some skinny Slim b-itch, maybe his sister came to visit us, that would be great(if he had a sister)I dash in the only room that was in our little apartment before I could open the door I slowly Breathe In and Out then bust open the door.

I felt light-headed what I saw in front of me, clothes on the floor and I saw my boyfriend underneath some girl who was riding him viciously. "THOMAS ZACHARY THE THIRD!" I exploded on him, making the blonde girl stop in her tracks, Tom looks at me and smiles, which made my blood boil, and my eyes started watering and just wishing that he could screw himself. "You came home a little early." Tom says as he gets the girl off him then walks towards me. "I-it's our anniversary, Thomas, how could you?" I stumbled over my words and just looked at him. With tears flowing down my cheeks. "It's not like this is the first time you've caught me with a girl, why are you overreacting?" Tom gives me a questionable look. He's right, this isn't the first time I caught his doing something with another girl and I saw, I just thought I could change him.

"Were you dropped on your head?" I said as I opened up the closet and took out a suitcase from up top, I put all my things in it without even folding it I go in the kitchen grab a bag and put my shoes in it I put my bag of shoes in the suitcase and zip it all up "Where the h-ell are you going?" Tom says as he keeps following me everywhere as I was packing up my stuff. "Going where people have a brain." I reply to him. I go in a room and change my clothes, ignoring the blonde that was watching me. "Have you ever thought maybe it's because of your size that he doesn't like you, people like them slim now, honey?" Blondey says as she lights up a cigarette on my side of the bed. I grabbed my car keys and my purse and slam the door behind me. Well you know what f-uck that bitch and f-uck him too.