A black stiletto went whizzing by Richard's face as he froze to look for his boxers. He frantically searched while crouching low to avoid the picture frame that went crashing into the wall behind him, shattering the glass that held the picture of him and Lauren into tiny sharp fragments. He hurriedly picked up the little black dress that lay crumpled on the floor and found his boxers hiding under them. These boxers were trying to cost him his life he thought. As he rose to put his boxers on, a pillow smacked him square in the face and he heard himself go "oomph," stumbling backwards as if he was hit with a bag of rocks. He had to hurry before Lauren's swift hands could grab a hold of something that could hurt him, you know like a knife or a flamethrower.
"You lying, filthy pig!" she screeched, sobbing as she blindly swiped everything off of the nightstand including his expensive Omega watch along with a glass of water. Richard watched in horror as the water coated his precious watch. It was like a slow torturing movie scene. Lauren's foot came up and stomped on it, the face of the watch crushing under the heel of her ballet flats.
"Oh God!" he cried. Why? Why? WHY? Richard ran to cradle his precious in the palm of his hands, caring more at the moment about his lost possession than the fury his girlfriend was unleashing on him.
This sent Lauren over the edge. She pushed Richard and he fell backward onto the cherry hardwood floor. "Get out of the apartment! Get out, get out, get out!" she screamed. She started to kick him, threatening to stomp on his legs. "Get your ass out of the apartment, I fucking mean it." Oh, Richard believed it. He scrambled up, narrowly missing all the broken glass on the floor while he ran out of the bedroom.
"Baby, baby I'm sorry! Can't we talk about this?" Richard begged. Lauren came storming after him as they brought the fight out of the bedroom and into the living room. She had the man-eater face on, like she was going to devour him and not the good devour. Oh no, Lauren had the face of a scorn woman who was going to boil him, peel his flesh off, and pick her teeth with his bones. He had to give it to her though, his woman was a fiery one.
"I trusted you!" Lauren cried as they stopped in the middle of the living room. A moment of vulnerability flashed on her face. Her long jet-black hair was slightly frazzled in all of her intensity. A strand fell in front of her face and Richard had the urge to push it back. He held back. She would eat his hand if he so much as went near her at this moment.
"I'm sorry baby! She means nothing to me! Nothing! You're my everything. I swear Renny, I swear!" Richard pleaded.
"Don't fucking call me that." Lauren crossed her arms and began to pout. Oh, her lips were so full when she did that. And she was wearing that lip-gloss with the plumping action stuff laced with snake venom, Botox, or whatever it was. Richard's shivered slightly at the sight of her lips. To think, he was between her legs not fifteen minutes ago sucking on those lips and now she was about to grind his ass and feed it to alligators.
"I'm through with your lying and your cheating mother-fucking ways. I don't want to see you anymore, don't call me anymore, don't text, or email. We're through." Lauren said as she emphasized the last word. Her right eyebrow heightened as a signal for him to leave within the next 2.5 seconds.
Richard sighed, "Alright baby. I'll leave you alone. We need to talk about this though. I don't want to give you up. I promise it won't happen again. I love you Renny." He searched for signs of hope in her face. Nope. She was stone cold.
"If you loved me, you would not have hurt me Rich." That shut Richard up.
Moments later, after Richard grabbed some essential things while Lauren followed him around the apartment continuing to unleash her anger at him, he got into his car and drove off to his friend's house. Lauren watched him from the bedroom window, her chest heaving slightly from all the exertion. Her bottom lip quivered as her eyes followed his car driving off and turning right out of the parking lot. That was going to be the last man who ever cheated on her. She reached up to pull her long hair by their roots. Clenching her hair, she let out a long frustrated groan, pulling hard and letting go before she could permanently make herself bald. She turned away from the window and flopped her body onto the messy bed.
Lauren decided that she hated men at that moment. She buried her face deep into the mattress. It smelled like sex, Richard and her having sex. She stilled her body as she let the scent creep into her. Hot searing tears formed behind her closed eyes and instantly soaked the sheets. She felt used and dirty. Richard was fucking her on this bed before she went Emily Rose exorcist on him. She was on all fours panting like she was a weak, pleasure driven creature while he had one hand pushing her back down towards the mattress and one hand holding her hips up as he was drilling her from behind. Just as she was about to come, his cell phone had rang and it was right next to her face. The screen had read: I loved your cock in my mouth last night, I bet Lauren gags at your length. Lol. Hit me up tonight? – Lacy. Lauren had read it all. Of course Richard didn't realize what was going on until after he had came in her and collapsed over her back just in time to read the text too.
Now Lauren was utterly alone in their apartment smelling the copulating scent of them together while her old life lay in broken pieces around her. Richard probably didn't even go to his friend's place. He probably went to the little cocksucker's place to have another adulterous rendezvous behind her back. She silently began to tremble in anger inside. This was making her feel sick. She had to calm down. All of this was going to make her skin break out. She slid her arms up and laid her palms flat on the mattress to push herself up and off of the bed. Her neurosis was kicking in and she couldn't just leave her bedroom a mess even though the last thing she wanted to do was clean up.
Sunlight streamed into Lauren's puffy eyes, stinging her as she slowly opened them. God, when had she fallen asleep last night? She went absolutely nuts. She deep cleaned her entire apartment while listening to her "emo" playlist on iTunes, reorganized her closet, ate a whole pint of Pistachio- Pistachio Ben and Jerry's ice cream, neatly folded all of Richard's clothes, then kicked the pile over and sobbed before she decided to fold it again. She gathered all of his belongings into boxes and when she was done, half of the stuff in the apartment was boxed up and pushed against the wall next to the front door.
Richard was her first confessed love. They had been dating for about a year and a half after meeting through a mutual friend. He was three years older than her and at 28 he was almost done with medical school. Lauren's parents loved him. He was the "good" Chinese boy who was going to be a doctor and provide their daughter as well as they did with a lot of money and good fortune. Well, they're going to be disappointed that she wasn't going to be Mrs. Richard Chan. She'll never hear the end of it. No other boyfriend will ever compare in their eyes unless she finds some kind of neurosurgeon.
Lauren pushed the thought of her parents out of her head. She was going to go to the shop. She had already called and texted her best friend and business partner Jamie about the break up. Jamie urged Lauren to stay home and she would "hold down the fort" but Lauren would die before she allowed herself to start reorganizing things in her apartment again. The kitchen cabinets do look tempting. Lauren looked at the clock. She was going to be late.
An hour later, Lauren rushed out of her apartment as she texted Richard to come by later today to pick his stuff up when she wasn't there. The last thing she needed was to see his puppy dogface and hear him beg her to take him back.
The morning was crisp and clear in San Diego. Although it was in the middle of January, it was probably just around 70 degrees. Lauren got into her cute reliable Lexus that would never cheat on her or let her down and began to make her way downtown to her flower boutique which she co-owned with Jamie. Her and Jamie owned Flower Child Floral Arrangements, which they opened together for over two years now. They broke even about a year ago. Their shop was doing really well but they had been arranging flowers since college, doing weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, and proms for friends and family. They decided to take their talents and invest in a business adventure and now they had a successful shop that not only does events, but also sells fresh flowers daily and even delivers sometimes. They had a website that was maintained by the marketing whiz, Jamie. Lauren was the creative one who also was an organizational freak. They worked well together like a well-oiled machine.
Lauren walked into the shop and was bombarded by Jamie who shoved a large non-fat Vanilla Latte into her hand and pulled her into the back warehouse. "Ow! You're acting crazy Jamie!" Lauren cried as Jamie pushed her back into one of the office chairs in their kitchenette.
