The Scorned
Chapter 1: Perverse Rebirth
Not too far from where you had chosen to sit is a breathtaking beach, void of any people, but teaming with wildlife. Brown and yellow colored leaves beside you are easily kicked up by occasional gusts of wind, causing young trees nearby to sway back and forth. You shiver, hoping that your lover will arrive soon.
You had chosen a comfortable spot that was within walking distance of the nearest hospital, considering the tiring surgery you had recently. Brood Industries was quick to hand out new augmentations to workers who remain loyal to their company, even to those at the bottom of its hierarchy.
It has been about two hours since you arrived, and with each passing minute you find yourself growing increasingly nervous, and somewhat bored. You even try combating such boredom by counting puffy white and grey clouds that endlessly roll by, all in different shapes and sizes. In between each cloud is a thought that forms through the back of your mind. It first sprouts slowly, stemming from one negative idea to another.
"One, two..."
"What if he's found someone more interesting than me?"
You shiver once more, and close the grey jacket you initially opened to show off your body in a new and expensive dress. You end up looking towards the sky again, eyeing a particularly large cloud.
"Three, four..."
Another thought races to the front of your mind.
"Is he with her right now, that woman from earlier?"
You continue counting, only to distract yourself by acknowledging his actions weeks before.
He's had others around him during outings who overtly flirt with him without a care for your dying relationship, and to your surprise, he had taken no issue in flirting back. Sometimes, he'd do so by placing his hand on the bottom of a woman next to him. He would squeeze tightly enough so that you could see a physical reaction from the person at his side.
She loved the way his hands felt over her clothing, and continued on as if it were normal. The fat of her rear would be visible through his fingers, sometimes he would take it a step further and reach under her skirt, grabbing hold of her panties and yanking them down just enough for him push a finger or two into her warm twat.
Events like this frequently take place when he knows you are around, it is as if he acts this way only to spite you and chip away at your fragile person. You know he could have anyone he wants; being the CEO of Brood Ind. has its perks, which is why you still tolerate him.
"It shouldn't be taking him so long, why would he make me wait like this?"
Eventually you cave in, and call the man you where supposed to reconnect with hours ago.
"I need to know."
You whisper, while searching for his number using the new augmentation you had implanted. Just after you activate the device, you are startled by the projection just beyond your eyes. They take pride in putting their logo on every object the produce, including hardware still in alpha testing.
"Call..."
After you find his number, you wait for a few minutes, only to be bombarded with cacophonous noises. It starts with the muffled sound of people yelling, followed by bed springs.
"Perhaps he's resting."
You think to yourself.
It is extremely hard to tell with the overwhelming, yet slow music in the background, but for a brief moment, there is quiet, then the sounds of slow, yet heavy moaning.
In that moment you feel your softened heart beat strongly as you find it hard to swallow and keep down tears as you leak this terrible emotion in liquid form from your hazel eyes. It is incredibly difficult, but you manage to rise from your seat while clutching your temples in an attempt to suppress a growing headache.
The pain washes over you, battering your senses. You stagger a little, but manage to catch your balance on a nearby tree as the physical agony quickly subsides. After steeling yourself, you step forward to begin the depressing and lonely trek back home.
Instead of taking the paved pathway, you choose to walk along the lengthy and less traveled dirt road. It's extraordinarily peaceful air has the opposite effect, aiding your growing stress levels. With little to no noises or sights distracting you from your vicious thoughts, you find your mind weary, and your heart, painfully broken.
Like a shattered mirror you have lost your other half, and now you find it rather exhausting to self reflect without constantly thinking of the man who so easily took your love for granted. You cry freely most of the way back, drawing attention from a few concerned strangers.
Soon, you find yourself back home, still hoping that he has the decency to keep his midnight cravings out of your own bedroom. You then steady your nerves and calmly inhale as you raise your key to its lock.
Within seconds of moving, you hear someone familiar call out to you.
"Hey, are you alright there Agatha?"
Of course, you are startled, but you turn back to quickly respond while focusing on the door.
"Yes, I'm fine...thanks."
He chuckles softly, carrying a smooth and recognizably deep voice.
"I only ask because you seemed to be streaming tears from those lovely eyes. You have no reason to be so distant."
You relax a bit, this is a man you knew back before you moved for the sake of your lover, now ex-lover, but you keep your key in its same position, ready to run inside at any second.
"I've...had a long day, and it's only gotten worse, so I'd really like to call it a night and get some rest. I don't think things are going to get any easier for me."
Without a second thought, you turn the key and unlock the door to squeeze inside as sheepishly as possible, but as you do, your young acquaintance manages to grab a hold of your arm, and without applying too much force he regains your attention.
"It isn't hard to open up a bit, is it? Who would scar your heart in such a way, to where you can't talk to someone who cares for you?"
You have no problem recalling precious memories where the both of you took no issue in sharing small, yet lively conversations. He would also cut out small parts of his day to spend a few brief and memorable moments comforting you, and giving sound advice. You remember one particular night where he took you by the waist and pushed his body gently against yours.
In that moment, you remember feeling and passing along his affection through one kiss. His lips were soft against your own, and were gentle when you held yourself against him even tighter, wordlessly asking for more.
