The Love of An Invisible

“Don’t touch me! You lying, lying bastard! You bastard! You bastard! Why did you do this to me? None of it is true, so why…”

“I didn’t want to, I didn’t even know…”

“You disgusting bastard, you ruined everything, you just used me, you tricked me just to humiliate me in front of everyone and my parents,” the tears are no longer falling, my hatred has consumed them.

“Forgive me, I didn’t know…”

Impulsiveness takes possession of my actions, I get up from the floor and the palm of my hand burns as it comes into contact with Leandro’s face that will come with the impact.

“You bitch! Who do you think you are to…” Suzanne tries to come at me.

“Enough, Suzanne!” Leandro speaks loudly and this stops her in mid-stride.

I turn on my heels before my crying returns and leave this place of humiliation as quickly as possible. Hatred and sadness pour down in thick tears onto my cheeks. And now what? What am I going to do? Where will I go? I can’t count on anyone’s help… I’m alone, no one likes me, everyone just wants to take advantage of dumb and stupid Aya.

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“You better go,” MIchelle looks at me understanding.

And so I do, I take one last look at Michelle and she nods, I start running out of the court, I pass through the gate and I can see a piece of her dress behind the fence. I run to it.

“Aya” I call her, but she doesn’t stop walking-“Please wait”-I hurry my steps and grab her arm, abruptly stopping her run.

“Let go of me!” she struggles to get loose, but I don’t let go of her arm.

“Please listen to me…”

“Why? You want to make fun of me? Call me a slut, just like everyone else is probably calling you in there? What do you want, you spineless idiot! Are you happy I’m in the shit!? Do you see this as a form of revenge?” she screams hysterically.

“Of course not, why would I take revenge on you?” I let go of her arm, take off my jacket and cover her breasts.

“You think I don’t know the reason for that stupid dinner?” the hatred in her speech leaves me bewildered.

“What do you mean? Our parents are friends, they always had dinner at our house…”

“You’re a bastard! My mother made me go, only because the spoiled son of her bosses was in love with me. Surely you just wanted to use me like Leandro, you must be the same, two unscrupulous scoundrels.”

“Don’t compare me to him! I would never lie to you…”

“Because I never gave you the time of day, never even noticed you in the room, an ugly spiky guy who thinks he has money and then wants to manipulate everyone around him! All you will ever get in life is women who want you only for your money, because you have nothing more than that to offer!”

Your words hurt me deeply, I have never done any of these things, I feel the shards of my heart bleeding the flesh around you. I am fully aware that I am not the most beautiful of men, and that I am not attractive to women, but to hear this from the only woman I wanted to love me hurts me too much.

“I never thought I was better than anyone else, nor have I ever forced you into anything, I know I’m not the most handsome, but…”

“Go to hell! I want to fuck you and everyone else!”

She stands with her back to me and walks, I don’t stop her, I’m torn up inside, fighting back tears. And with heavy steps I walk back to the dance hall.

“Where’s Aya?” George asks, approaching me.

“She left, and so will I.”

“I’ll go get the girls, just a minute bro,” he vanishes into the crowd.

“Thanks to everyone who came, I want to officially announce my engagement to Leandro.” I look in the direction of Suzana’s voice and hate takes over my actions.

I walk with hard steps to the stage, Suzana is on top and Leandro on the bottom, I feel everyone’s eyes on the back of my neck but I don’t care. What they did to Aya is unforgivable.

Without saying a word, I raise my closed fisted hand and punch Leandro right in the mouth. He is much taller than I am, but he doesn’t discount or defend himself, he just accepts the punch.

“You are a scumbag, a bastard, what you did in that girl’s life is unforgivable!”

“I know,” is all he says.

George, Michelle and Laila are already waiting for me at the gate. I pass by them and they follow me, I get into the car. The anger inside me is still great, I hit the steering wheel of the car with my fists closed several times and a stubborn tear runs down.

I start the car and go a little over speed, quickly get the three of them to George’s house and back to mine. I go into the garage and turn off the car’s engine, the house is all dark, my parents have surely gone out to enjoy the night. I walk up the stairs and go straight to my room, on the way to my bed, I take off all my clothes, just my underwear and lie face down on the bed.

I wonder where she is now? I let the tears I was holding back fall freely.