"What's that?" Angelo said, looking me over.
"What's what?" I asked, innocently.
"That," he grumbled, pointing to my neck. Up until now, I never looked at myself in the mirror. When I got back from making the movie, I just walked to the shower with no more than a few words to Angelo.
Now, I looked in the mirror and fear crept up my throat when I saw what he was looking at: a rope burn encircled my neck from Rocky repeatedly pulling the tie. I opened and closed my mouth several times but no sound came out... there was no way I was going to get out of this.
"Well? What is that? What have you been doing, Mya?" he asked, obviously wanting to give me the benefit of the doubt. Because of that, my heart wrenched in remorse. I figured in this case, that honesty was the best policy and I prayed he didn't get violent.
"It's a rope burn, Angelo," I said evenly. His jaw dropped and his face twisted in anger... I did the only thing I could do: I braced myself.
"Who did this to you? I'll fucking kill them! Where else did they hurt you, Baby?" he asked, cupping my face in his hands. It hurt so bad knowing that he thought I was the victim.
"No, Angelo," I said swallowing, "It's from a tie. I did a movie."
His face contorted once again into a bitter, vengeful mask. "You did what?" He growled pinning me against the wall with both hands on my shoulders.
"I made a movie, Angelo. Jack asked me to meet him yesterday and he told me that he had an offer for me and I took it," I said, sounding a lot calmer than I actually was.
"Jack! He did this? I'll rip him apart!" He shouted, nostrils flaring, "You! Who did you fuck, Mya?" he growled, tightening his grip on my shoulders.
"Rocky," I whispered, hissing in pain.
"You're fucking kidding me! You gave yourself to Rocky? How could you do that to me?" he said, nearly stabbing my heart before I realized that he was just as guilty if not more guilty than I was.
"Oh, please, Angelo," I said, rolling my eyes, "How could I do that to you? How could you fuck Lorna Leaks and not tell me about it? You were just gonna make me feel bad without coming clean, yourself, weren't you?"
It was now his turn to be speechless. "What did-? How did-?" he began but never finished.
"When Jack asked me to make the movie, I told him that I had to talk to you about it first. Then, he basically asked me why I had to talk to you when you didn't have to talk to me, which is a pretty good damn question! He told me you were making a movie with Lorna and I didn't want to believe it so he took me to the set where I saw your dick balls-deep in her asshole! So, Angelo, you can kiss my fucking ass!" I shouted into his face until his grip loosened on my shoulders. I pushed past him and stormed into the bedroom. I grabbed my suitcase and began shoving my shit into it.
"Mya, I'm-" he began, infuriating me even more.
"You're what, Angelo? A liar? A sorry, sad-ass excuse for a boyfriend? How about fucking single?" I screamed, not caring about anything anymore. I was so beyond tired of Angelo and his bullshit.
"Mya, I love you," he said, stilling my hands, "Don't go."
"You have a really fucked up way of showing affection, I'm through," I said, zipping my suitcase.
Slightly losing his temper, he pushed the suitcase to the floor and grabbed me again. "You're not leaving me, Mya," he said, pushing me down on the bed.
"No, Angelo! Sex is not gonna change my mind this time," I said under his weight.
"So you're into asphyxiation, now?" he asked, gripping my neck tightly, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. He released my throat, causing me to gasp for air. As much as I hated to admit it, heat encompassed my body. Ignoring my previous statement, he planted soft kisses along my collar bone and gently separated my legs. I stifled a moan as he ripped my shirt open and ran his teeth along my skin.
"I told you I love you and I mean it. I can't be without you," he whispered, rubbing my pussy through my panties under my skirt and reaching between us to free his rigid cock.
"Angelo, no, please," I pleaded, tears filling my eyes. He touched his lips to mine as he pushed my panties aside and entered me swiftly.
Tears fell freely as he moved inside of me, bringing me to an intense orgasm. "I love you so much," he groaned as his strokes became quicker and choppier. Before long, he released inside of me. I would miss things about him: his smile, his sense of humor, the way he loved me, but I would never miss his lies.
He dismounted me and rolled beside me, pulling me into his chest. He planted a single kiss on my forehead. I had to get out before I changed my mind.
"Goodbye, Angelo," I said, grabbing my suitcase and my purse.
"Mya," he said, getting to his feet.
"Don't, Angelo, just don't," I said, walking away.
~*~*~*~
When I got back home, I partially expected to see Angelo, in all his forbidden glory, to show up on my doorstep. I was absolutely clueless about what I would do or say if that day ever came because I knew that seeing him again would make me completely lose whatever strength I had the day I left and would make me relapse.
He called me several times before I got on the flight home, sent several texts, and left several voicemails... all of which begging me to come back and give him another chance and promising change. After not replying, the attempts stopped... maybe he got the message. That thought made me happy but saddened me at the same time: 'He loves me until it becomes inconvenient,' I thought bitterly.
I looked around my apartment and saw signs of Angelo all over: his hair gel, his toothbrush, one of his cell phone chargers, etc. I knew that if I was going to avoid him for the rest of my life, I needed to get that stuff to his place before he got home from California so there would be no excuse to come over.
I felt exhausted from my flight but I needed support, I needed my best friend... I picked up my cell phone and called Rachel. It rang a couple of times and she answered it.
"Mya, I'm so sorry about what I said last time we spoke. If you want to be a porn star, that's your prerogative... I won't judge-," she began before I cut her off.
"Rachel, it's over. I'm not going to make movies anymore and I'm done with Angelo... he's a liar and he's not worth my time," I said, trying to convince myself as well as her.
"Aww, Mya... what happened?" she asked, concerned.
I closed my eyes and told her every detail that led up to my departure.
"That son of a bitch!" she exclaimed, "How dare he!"
"I know.... I know, but none of that is important anymore. I'm done," I declared.
"Do you want me to come over?" she asked, sensing the pain behind my words.
"No, I'm fine... I need to get some of his shit out of my apartment. I guess I'll put it in a bag and shove it in his mailbox," I said, shrugging.
"Good idea," she agreed, "that'll show him that you really are done with his lying ass."
After we got off the phone, I laid in bed jetlagged. I slipped on one of his t-shirts, his familiar scent washed over me, comforting me. I closed my eyes and fell into a restless sleep. As much as I wanted to hate Angelo, I couldn't. I wished he would fix his shit and come back to me and that made me feel pathetic.
~*~*~*~
My first week without Angelo crawled past filled with thoughts and dreams of him. I saw his hazel eyes when I closed my eyes and I imagined an Angelo-sized lump in my bed when I woke up. He should be home by now... if he was, he would have seen the bag of his belongings in his mailbox.
He didn't care... if he cared, he would have been here as soon as his plane landed. I should have known that if he lied about one thing, he'd lie about more.
The days turned to weeks without a single peep from Angelo. Rachel told me that he still hung out with Daniel and whenever she was around, he would mention me. Possibly to get information from her, not knowing that she hated his fucking guts.
