A New Leaf

"Hey babe, why don't you come back to my place tonight? We can have a little fun, just you and me." My vision was foggy, and I could barely hear whoever it was speaking, over the sound of the bass. I was at a sketchy bar, drunk, on a Saturday night, as usual. And as usual, I had a sketchy drunk guy hitting on me. I looked up to a see a guy, around 25, with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair.

"Sure why not." I slurred.

I followed the mystery guy to his car, and he drove us both to his apartment. Somehow we didn't crash on the way there, and I still have no idea how. I followed him to his room, where he immediately began stripping my clothes off and planting slobbery kisses down my neck. I was too drunk to be grossed out, and too drunk to remember my boyfriend, Jonathan, sitting in our apartment, lonely. I was a drunken-sex-craving-bitch.

The mystery guy, who I still haven't found out the name of, allowed himself to have his way with me. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Ever since my parents passed away, I needed something to escape reality. I found risky things gave me the adrenaline I needed to survive reality, no matter who I hurt in the process.

I woke up the next morning, in mystery man's bed, completely naked. I was a disgusting person. I have no idea why Jonathan would ever want to marry me, but there was no way of him knowing about tonight.

I looked around the bedroom I was in. The bed sheets were completely white, and the room was decorated with red wood furniture. I looked to my left to see mystery man fast asleep. Quickly, I put on my clothes from the previous night, which were thrown around the room, and left the apartment without waking him. I didn't need to deal with the guilt I felt in the morning. It was easier to leave these one night stands and not hear anything in the morning. It made me feel like they didn't actually happen.

As as I was closing the front door of the apartment, thinking I could leave this night behind me, I smacked right into the chest of my fiancé, Jonathan.


"What in the fuck were you doing last night?" Jonathan yelled, spitting in my face as he spoke.

"Jonathan how did you know I was here?" I asked,my voice shaking.

"Luke texted me last night from the night club you went to with 'the girls'. You told me you were going to Jamie's house right after. Instead you left with some fucking guy." He was furious. I fucked up. I fucked up bad. Let this be a dream. This isn't real. Jonathan was so good to me and I was horrible. But I couldn't help it. It wasn't my fault.

"I.. It's not what it looks like." I stammered.

"Oh it's exact what it looks like, Mila. Back to your fucking one night stands. You know, I thought you were done with these about a year ago, when I decided to forgive you. I thought maybe you'd be done with these four months ago when I asked you to marry me." Jonathan spit at me.

"I was done. Then." I said calmly.

"My god... Mila. What the fuck is wrong with you. You're such a..." He paused, "such a fucking whore. You know that? A cheating fucking whore. I'm done with you. Don't ever talk to me again. I'm not letting you back into my life. I made that mistake twice. Your shit will be packed and you can stop by the apartment tomorrow. Get out of my life."

"I'm sorry Jonathan. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I woke up in my dorm room, sweating, with my heart beating out of my chest. Climbing out of my bed, then walking to the bathroom In the hallway allowed me to calm down a bit. Looking in the mirror I could see my blue eyes were bloodshot and my blonde hair was a tumbleweed mess. I stood there staring at my disgusting reflection for a few minutes.

My brain liked to reply the moment I was caught for cheating by the love of my life... A lot. It also liked to filter through all the other one night stands that I had, all of them were while I was with Jonathan.

I was, no am, a horrible person. I had my life on track to be a doctor, without any complications, when suddenly my parents died in a car accident. This sent me into a downward spiral filled with drinking, partying and cheating. I thought I had settled down when I agreed to marry Jonathan, but apparently I was still the drinking, partying and cheating; dare I say, whore.

After that incident I checked into a rehab facility, where I sobered up, and vowed to stay single until I graduated. I didn't want anything or anyone getting in the way of me having a successful life. I lived in constant fear of returning to that lifestyle.

After I had completely calmed down, I walked back to my bedroom, where I lived alone. Glancing at the clock I read 4:05am. I decided it would be a good idea to sleep of this horrible flashback, so that I would be well rested for my 8am class.
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Notes

Hey guys! I don't know if anyone's going to be reading this fic, but I though I'd give it a shot. Tyler will be making an appearance within the next couple chapters!