Cheryl's Revenge

Cheryl's Pov

The sound of the music blasting is all I can hear; how can my life be so messed up? I just want to dance and get high on anything. After all, I've got nothing to lose. What's ironic is I was sure I was going to get that promotion, but which company fired their best worker? I would have done anything for my job, but this is how they treat me.

I'm seated in the club in a short black dress, and my dark waist-length hair spills all over my shoulders.

"Another shot?" The barman asks. I can't help but notice his green eyes. I look away.

I really shouldn't be doing this, but Fuck it, nothing to lose, remember, I keep telling myself.

"Keep 'em coming". I smile and drop a tip.

After my third shot of tequila, I can feel the effects of the alcohol, but I'm too heartbroken to care right now all I hear is the loud music and my loud thoughts.

Earlier that day

"Ms. Keller to my office," My boss says.

A million thoughts ran through my head, could I have signed off on the wrong documents or did I -

"I'm sorry, but you're laid off," he says, interrupting my chain of thoughts.

"Hold on, I need to process this, wait WHAT! I have worked my ass off for this company in the last two years; this can't be happening; there has to be some sort of mistake," I almost scream.

He looks at me with some sort of pity, I very well know that look.

"I'm sorry Cheryl, the company ran a background check on you and there's nothing there, I almost lost my job explaining how I wasn't aware of the situation, I'm sorry again,"

"Please don't be; I'll clear out my office," I say. I'm not sure how to feel, but I feel betrayed.

"If there's any way I can help out," I could feel the pity emanating from the old man but I'm not going to play victim.

"Thank you, sir, I'll make my way out."

I say with some sort of finality and shut the door.

I head to my space and pack out the little I own. I don't look back, but I can feel their stares boring into my back. I pack my stuff into my Honda Civic, the car I got from being the first person to be promoted in their first year from my boyfriend. Speaking of my boyfriend, I pull out my phone to call and tell him the terrible day I'm having. It rings but he doesn't pick up the phone.

My boyfriend Hank and I have been together for 3 years. I just love how he makes me feel. We moved in together last year, but I've been busy at work trying to pay the bills because he's an artist, and he says he hasn't found the right inspiration. I don't care that I pay all the bills while he makes excuses, I'm going to support him.

I try his line again, I'm getting frustrated because he always has his phone on him. I make a quick stop at Starbucks because we have this ritual sort of where we talk about our day over a cup of coffee. I order my usual grande white chocolate mocha and a regular mocha cookie crumble frappuccino and head out.

I see an unfamiliar car in the driveway; my heart starts racing; I try not to think the worst as I approach the house. I park my car in the driveway and pull down the handle of the door, I'm surprised to find it unlocked.

I suck in a breath as I hear some muffled sounds coming from upstairs. I quietly drop the coffee on the table and make my way upstairs. I try to assure myself that it couldn't possibly be what I'm thinking, it could be the plumber or the handyman.

"Oh, don't stop Hank," an unfamiliar voice calls from the bedroom. I hear Hank's moaning and deep breathing. I stop dead in my tracks not sure whether I should barge in or run out. I opted for the former. The door isn't even shut properly, I guess these fools were in such a hurry. My initial shock turns into anger as I push open the door.

"You like to– fuck Cheryl!?" He says as he pushes the unfamiliar lady away from him. " I can explain everything just give me a moment, and you put your fucking clothes on"

I'm very angry, so I grab the girl's stuff and throw them out of the room, and I face Hank, who had been rumbling nonstop. "Just shut up, how long has this been going on, and don't fucking lie!" I scream.

"Two months," he says.

I'm devastated; I feel a sharp pain in my chest; I fall to the floor and start to cry. Hank comes to offer me some comfort; I push him away; he's a fool if he thinks I'm going to forgive him. I pick myself up from the floor and wipe my tears. I reach for my suitcase from the top of the wardrobe, it's his house after all

"No, Cher, don't leave; we can talk this out." I look at him, but I don't see the boyfriend I was in love with but a lying scheming fool.

"I paid all the bills, I put food on the table, I warmed your bed, I've been nothing but good to you and this is how you pay me, Hank?"

"Cheryl just wait, we can-"

I hold my hand up as a sign for him to stop talking because, honestly, I'm tired of it. I grab the last of my clothes and head for the door. Hank's just sitting on the bed with his head in his hands muttering nonsense to himself.

I make my way downstairs in a hurry. I grab my coffee and head out the door. As I sat inside the car, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, put my head on the steering wheel, and cried.

I've lost everything now, where do I go from here?