5The weather was dismal. A euphemism, of sorts, for the way I was feeling right now. Being dumped never gave anyone a cheery disposition, but being dumped for your younger sister on your birthday, surely that was icing on the cake.
"Jamie, you know I never meant it to happen. It was just that, you were never home, and she was, and…" As if the situation wasn't cliché enough, he had to throw in the 'circumstance' argument. Really, was there a god?
"Jamie. Say something." What on earth did my dear sister want me to say? Seriously, her being 16 and him being 25, didn't that make him a paedophile? Wasn't their relationship breaking the law? I could see where the attraction lay; blonde and blue eyed, with a figure that put any Victoria Secret model to shame coupled with his black hair, grey eyes and 6 foot 5 lanky body, they made the most perfect couple. I don't think I stood a chance. My hips were too wide, my boobs not big enough, and my stomach was certainly not a flat as hers. Still, I shouldn't complain. Ironically, I wasn't even that hurt that he had left me. I was hurt that the two people that meant the most to me became like almost every other person in my life. Selfish, thoughtless and greedy. I hated them for their betrayal. For proving that my pessimism and cynical attitude towards life was not unjust,
"JAMIE! FOR FUCKS SAKE, SAY SOMETHING." Startled out of my reverie, I could only stare, as my ex-boyfriend lost his normally cool disposition. He was turning red. Nothing like his blush that I once found attractive.
Honestly, what was I supposed to say? I didn't forgive them. I would never forgive them. I hated them and everything that they represented. And after what they put me through, I wasn't going to degrade and lower myself to their level my telling lies or sugar-coating the truth. If they wanted me to say something, then the truth they would get.
"I don't think I've ever hated anyone as much as I hate you both right now. You both knew that trust and honesty was, is, the most important thing to me, and omission itself is also a lie. Maybe things would have been different if you had told be the truth earlier. But you didn't. You had a choice. You both did. I trusted you both. But the trust is gone." I could hear them both gasp. I don't think they'd ever seen me this serious. This numb. "I don't know what to say. I hope you have a nice life and I don't think I want to see your faces for a long time. So please get out of my apartment." Pausing slightly, I made them realise the extent of what they'd done. "Please leave the keys I gave both of you on the table."
I could hear my sister sobbing, but I felt incapable of any emotion except one—just betrayal.