Be Forever

Madison's POV

I hate everything and precisely, I hate men.

Men.

My boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, broke up with me.

David Young.

Ah yes! That motherfucker.

He said, failing to showcase a single ounce of regret or guilt in his voice “Let’s break up, Madison. I don’t think we are working out.”

He looked at everything, but me, with majority of the people in the café watching. Completely ignoring the fact that I got him his favourite flowers as it was our one-year anniversary. Interestingly he failed to acknowledge my temper and acquired the audacity to ruin my day. I smiled, standing up and grabbed my handbag. He looked amused and copied my movement.

“You better sit back down or I will make you sit on a wheelchair for life.” I said, eyeing him through my shoulder.

Luckily for him he understood my words and decided to take the action he should. I grabbed the flower bouquet and dumping it in the bin, I saw the barista looking at me with his eyes wide. I stared in his direction for a second and grabbed the iced coffee from his hand. Stamping my heels back to the seat I left, David looked at me with a bewildered gaze and I did something I had to do.

Splashing cold coffee on his face, I threw the cup on the floor.

“What the fuck!” He gasped and shouted, immediately standing up from his chair, looking at me with his mouth wide opened, hand-wiping his cheek.

“You are lucky, it wasn’t hot.” I glared at him and walked out, because I knew I might end up genuinely hitting him.

All the eyes took account of every move I made. Maybe because my conscious was hyper active, I noticed everything around me, supposedly thinking I’m their possible target. The feeling of falling deep into the ends of self-hatred slowly took over me. Every step towards my car just made my heels feel heavier, as if they wanted to me to break down.

I looked over my shoulder one last time to the path I was walking with great difficulty and it felt like heavy chains were restricting my movement further. My mind was filled with his image, his words, his lies, his deceptive aura. The fact that it was so hard to let go made me hate myself even more.

I sat down in the driver’s seat, with my head against the steering wheel. I finally let out. My tears. My precious pearl like tears, for a man, who doesn’t even know their worth? Is this really something I should put my energy into? Maybe not.

But his face invaded my mind and it all rushed back.

It’s been about a week, still every day I wake up with a hope of seeing his name in the notification panel. Does break ups always shatter you this bad? Perhaps I am a novice to this game of hearts, that my lack of knowledge makes me feel like burning in hell.

Sugar coating all his lies, he created a bad impact on my thinking process. My resentment for him is just an outer fold of my self-hatred. I hate the feeling of sun coming up, knowing very well that he must be flourishing while I was stuck in habits and deteriorating myself, breaking inside.

“Maddy, just shut up. There is no way I will start tonight’s party without you.” My friend, Jaxon, said from the other side of the phone.

“I feel horribly lazy, J. I don’t even want to move from my bed.” I said, wrapped up in my blanket like a burrito.

“As if I’d eat that. Get up quickly, now.” He said in his usual cheerful voice. Which brough an involuntary smile on my face.

He is the owner of one of the biggest night clubs in the city. Being a sweetheart, he has the capability to swoon anyone off their feet. He knows how to make use of every single of his attributes. Looking at how carefree he is, I only get envious and love him even more. I met him about three years ago and it’s safe to say, he has been through all my ups and downs.

He is the only person I consider to be family, while I am away from my original one. I can’t exaggerate enough on how charming and bold he is, but at the same time, a sensitive little fluff ball. In short, he is a human version of a golden retriever.

“It has been a week, Madison. Coming out tonight won’t cure the scar that motherfucker left on your mind, but you will be distracted. At least for once.” He said in his usual convincing tone. Yes, you can’t beat his eloquence.

I took a deep breath and before I could speak further, Jaxon said, “Yeah, you are coming here tonight. If I don’t see you here by ten, I will drive to your house myself. See you soon!”

“I can’t, Jaxon seriously, wait, hello? J? what?” I saw my phone, with a notification from Jaxon,

‘How about black? I’ll wear the same :)’

I inhaled with my eyes closed and pondering upon what Jaxon said, I decided to go to the club. I can’t sit around all day being unnecessarily gloomy. I have to get myself together. I got up from my bed and looked at the mirror, encountering a person I despised the most in that moment. Me.

“I can’t let that Madison take over.” I said to myself before and moved towards the bathroom to freshen up.

It felt pleasant coming out of the shower and looking at myself in the mirror. A fresh tint of blush spread across my face, with my hair dripping wet and lips swollen red I realised how I was wasting my alluring existence over a good-for-nothing-piece-of-shit. I was motivated to dress up.

After raiding my closet for about an hour, I finally changed into a black broad-strap asymmetrical crop top pairing it with a beige bell bottom trousers. Bringing out my black suede chunky platform heels, I decided to paint my nails bright cherry red. I enjoyed the process of getting ready, it was my way to bring myself out of that gloomy phase I was drowning in.

I did everything with delicacy, going slow knowing I had time. Time for myself to be precise. I tiptoed looking how my outfit would look with heels and it showcased all my curves. Digging into self-appreciation lightened my mood and I grasped onto this feeling.

Finally putting on my heels, I felt my earrings touching my skin, cold enough to bring a smile on my face. A few more accessories combined with my perfume and wrist watch; I was ready to go the party. Grabbing my keys from the table in the living room, I locked my apartment moving towards the parking lot driving off to the Club.

I reached the club within a few minutes, thankfully I didn’t encounter any traffic. I saw tons of people in lines waiting for their turn to go outside the club. No wonder Jaxon is rich, his club is flourishing. Well, he was born with a gold spoon in his mouth, yet he is hard working. His owes his success to it.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait in lines as I had special passes to enter the club, which Jaxon gave to me earlier. I went in and saw many people on the dance floor. Having fun and most of them were drunk. My inner party animal was getting active slowly while I lightly moved my head on the beat.

The ambience of the club always leaves me in awe. The décor is splendid and every corner is taken into account with great detail. With almost every glass shape and alcohol a person could imagine, the place offered amazing services. I met a few people from the staff team a few months ago.

As I slightly leaned on the bar counter I said, “One-”

But the bartender interrupted me saying, “A Cosmopolitan, with a little less cranberry juice and extra lime.”

I tilted my head in amusement and he said with a charming smile on his face, “Mr. Jaxon already told us what you will drink, Ms. Madison.”

A smile evaded my smile and I pursed my lips lightly shaking my head.