Shinta

My keys jingle as I set them down on the table. “Simon? You still here?” 

“In here,” I hear him holler from the bedroom.

When I enter the room I find him laying on the bed, reading on his phone. I drop my bag on the floor before climbing into bed next to him. He pulls me into a snuggle.

“How was Josiah’s,” he asks, kissing my forehead.

“It was good,” I reply. “But he chewed me out about  my neck.”

Simon brushes my hair away from my neck before saying, “I can see why. Maybe I got a little too carried away. I’ll have to go easier on you from now on.”

I make my best, most pouty face. “Nooo, I don’t want you to.”

“I’ll at least keep the marks down, I can’t let you go walking around like that. People are going to start thinking I abuse you.”

“You don’t abuse me.”

“I know this but that’s not what it looks like. Maybe I am abusing you just a little.”

“No. Everything that we have done I have consented to.”

He lets out a long sigh. “Okay, if you say so.”

“Good, now let's go to bed.”

I think nothing of it when I wake up and Simon isn’t in bed. He has crazy work hours so he’s often gone before I wake up. It’s not until I go to text him good morning that I realize something is wrong.

“WTF? Where did our messages go?” I open up my contacts to call him and it’s missing too. Good thing I memorized his phone number just in case.

I open up my keypad and dial his phone number. It doesn't even ring before I hear the robotic voice in my ear. “The person you are calling has a voice mailbox that hasn’t been set up yet. Goodbye!”

“WTF?! Are you screening your calls?” My blood turns to ice as realization sets in. 

[Hey! You’re going to leave without saying anything? Not even a note? ]

[Simon]

[Hello?]

[WTF]

[Unblock my rn]

“Fine! You want to play like that? Let’s play like that.” I open the gallery on my phone and start deleting every photo I see that has him in it. 

“Argggh!” I can’t help but yell. I’m so pissed off. I chuck my phone at the wall and watch as it bounces off onto the floor. “Fuck! Fucking asshole!”

I go to the kitchen and open up the fridge. I pull out a half bottle of wine from the door. “I knew he was going to leave but he could have told me once he knew the date. How fucked up.”

I close the door to the fridge and lean my back to it. I down the remaining half of the wine in one go then chuck the bottle against the wall. It shatters, scattering glass all on the floor. 

I stand up and open the freezer this time, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. I make my way to the couch before the tears hit me. As soon as I sit down they just come flowing out like a river. All I can do is sob. Even though I knew it was coming I can’t help but feel betrayed. I honestly thought he was going to at least let me say goodbye. This seriously sucks.

I curl up into the fetal position, cuddling the bottle like a life line.