Stop Bothering Me, I Don't Love You Anymore

BETH:

The three years I've been with Troy, I've had reasons to actually abort for him. I don't know what I was thinking when I did that but two times, he had told me he was not ready to father a child when I had informed him I was pregnant.

"I'm not financially ready to take care of a child," he had told me the first time I announced I was pregnant.

"I'm not in the right state of mind. We can't have a child now," he had said the second time.

The excuses were probably the most unreasonable but I had given into them because of how much I loved him.

Left to me, that should be enough sacrifice to keep our relationship going but I guess that wasn't enough to please him. Neither did it thrill him to know that I would do anything for him.

"Don't you think it's too late to be travelling? What's with the rush, Beth?" Mom asked me as I dragged my big box out of the room alongside a small bag that contained items that couldn't fill up the box. Both items were heavy but I managed to get them out of the house.

"It's better I do it now, mom. I don't want to draw any attention from the neighbors during the day," I stated right after I put the box and bag on the ground right behind the trunk of my car.

But that was a lie.

The truth was that I was planning my exit this late because of Troy. I didn't want him to see me as much as I couldn't stand him anymore. And what better way to make that known than to just walk away completely.

"It's not safe." I could hear the concern in my mother's voice as she spoke and I shared in that too. It was the dead of the night and the oddest hour to be on the road. However, I was doing it for me.

"I know, mom. But I promise to drive safely. I'll see you soon," I told her before hanging up the call.

The sigh that escaped my lips after that was from the realization that I had to get my box and bag into the trunk of the car. I sighed again before starting with the task.

The first thing I did was get the box into the trunk. It took quite a lot of effort but I eventually succeeded. It came with a lot of grunting and I even had to catch my breath before I put the bag, which was less heavier, into the trunk.

As soon as I stepped into the driver's seat, my phone beeped loudly. I looked at the screen of my device to see it was a message from my mom.

'Be careful.' That was what she simply wrote to me. And I could imagine her saying those words.

I read that and nodded. She was right. It was truly dangerous to be driving around by this time but this was the only time I could leave without being noticed.

My eyes darted toward the apartment across the street. The one that belonged to Ariana now that she just moved into it. I could tell the house was empty and it was apparently not from her having a nasty cut and needing to be rushed down to the hospital.

I shook my head and took my eyes off it. Then I looked toward the apartment that I was finally saying goodbye to after three years.

Instantly, I ignited the engine of the car and the reversed out of the car space. I was on the road in no time, finding my way out of the city into another one.

A thought hit me. There was no way I was going down without giving Troy something to worry about. I was leaving him, yes, but he needed to feel the impact of my leaving.

So, I parked my car by the side of the less busy road, picked up my phone, and then signed into my burner account.

I went on to Ariana's page on IG and took multiple screenshots of her with Troy. I also searched for some evidences I had on my phone from before then I went on to my main account and put up those screenshots with the caption: 'They look good together'.

I was going to turn off my phone after doing that but I decided not to. A call came in about five minutes after I got back on the road.

Lo and behold, it was from Troy.

"What in the world did you do? Why would you put up something like that? Have you gone mad?" Troy lashed into the phone right after I managed to pick up his call. It was on his fifth attempt that I finally did.

"Hello to you too," I said to him dryly.

"Do you know what damage you're causing? How this is affecting Ariana?"

Again with the Ariana girl. It was never about me. Never been about how I felt. But he never failed to mention the littlest of things that affected Ariana.

"I want you to put down that post this instant. And after you do that, you will apologize to Ariana. Do you hear me?"

I didn't know when I began to chuckle into the phone. I chuckled so hard that I almost forgot that I was on the road. Thankfully, my senses kicked back in time.

"Goodbye, Troy," I said and without thinking it twice, I put off the call and then switched my phone off.