Broken pact

**Chrissy**

I ran into one of the most rippling moments of my life. 
Having Dayle stare at me blankly already broke my heart. 
Meanwhile, Egan darted his manipulative gaze at me, proving his point. 

Dayle’s dry chuckle pierced the silence as he split his gaze between Egan and me, especially me. 

“Fucking tell me that's a joke, Egan! Don't you disrespect Chriss like that,”  Dayle barked at him.

“Ask her, Dayle, did we fuck or not?” Egan asked with a frown. 

I braved up, “I- I- I didn't sleep with him, babe—”

“So what's he saying?” Dayle scoffed irritably, leaving me speechless and guilty as fuck. 

“Don’t lie to him, Chriss. You made it clear earlier, you wanted him to know the truth. You threatened me and so I made it easier for us, okay?” Egan snapped as Dayle squeezed his fists firmly. 

“You both have to be kidding my ass right now. Who's telling the truth? And what the fuck happened while I was away?” he asked trying to process everything and so I spoke up before Egan did. 

“I have something to tell you. I- this is going to make you hate me but… I- I have to tell you,” I said, walking towards him. “Egan and I almost had sex back in school, but I couldn't and didn't. I wasn’t going to sleep with him and—”

“ENOUGH!!!” Dayle yelled at me,  causing me to step back. I haven't seen him this angry in a long time and it only made me more scared. “You’re just telling me now? To hurt me? Break me? He had to tell me?” he asked, his voice firm and pissed. 

“I was going to tell you—”

“Fucking stop telling me that shit, Chriss!” Dayle retorted as his gaze darted to Egan who was about to leave just like that, after ruining my fucking life. 

Dayle rushed and lunged at Egan, throwing a heavy punch in his face. A punch turned into five punches even if Egan was grappling and trying to fight back. 

I stood in the corner, screaming the tip of my voice. I know Dayle, he might just end up making a bad choice. 

“Please stop, Dayle! Let's talk!” I pleaded but he was bent on hitting Egan. 

“Fucking stay off!” Dayle barked at me as Egan took advantage and hit Dayle instead. 

“We don't have to do this—”

Before Egan could finish his statement, Dayle took up again pinning Egan’s face to the floor. 

“I trusted you, I fucking trusted you and all you did was sleep with my woman. Fucking ashole, I'll dig and drag you to your grave…” Dayle continued to him, blood lingering on the marble floor as I ran over to Dayle and dragged him away from Egan who was badly beaten and barely speaking. 

Dayle retracted himself from him, rubbing his face even though he had blood stains around his fists. 

Anger coursing through him like a beast—a predator to prey. 
Egan attempted to sprawl at Dayle as I interrupted. 
“Fucking leave already,” I screamed. 
Even though he was badly beaten, he didn't want to lose to Dayle for a crime he had committed. 
When Egab grabbed his bag and cracked cell phone, he left, banging the door behind him. 

I covered my mouth with both hands, scorned by the situation that tore Dayle and me apart. I wish I hadn't told him the truth, I wish Egan could have let me handle this in a better way but I guess Karma is always a ticking bitch. 

Dayle was already flinging and throwing things, breakable or not, the frames on, vases, flower pots, and others were all on the floor. I didn't know what to do anymore, I was just there—swimming in my tears. 

“Please stop,” I managed to say as he turned his sharp gaze to me. 

“You lied to me. It took you over three years to tell the truth? What else do I not know?” he asked, barely interested in anything to say next. 

“I'm really sorry. I didn't want to upset you, Dayle. Everything happened so fast and I warned him off,” I said.  
I could hear how silly I sounded. 

All of these could have been avoided,  right?

“I trusted you with my life. Whether or not you almost fucked him, it doesn't make any difference because you saw him strip off—you watched when you could have left or not entertain it. I'm wondering when this happened. Maybe while I was studying or gaming or the one time you said you were sick—lord knows when you fucking lied to me,” he stated firmly, the pain in his eyes was palpable. 
I couldn't control the situation. All I knew was that I hurt Dayle and I fucked things up between us. 

We have never had this kinda argument in a very long while until now—until Egan showed up. 

The truth has a way, right?

I swallowed up, my breath was uneven and tears filled every corner of my eyes with tears. 

Dayle dropped on the couch, tossing literally everything his way as he ferociously took off his pricy suit and flung it to God knows where. 
I was scared to move closer to him or ask him anything. I didn't know when to start. 

I leaned my back on the wall, sobbing to myself full of regret, feeling like shit. 

“Dayle, I'm truly. I didn't mean to hide the truth from you about Egan amd I but I promise you that it will never happen again. Nothing ever has.” I scoffed and sniffled. “I'm sorry,” I said to him but he said nothing. 

Dayle’s right foot was drumming endlessly while his elbows were planted on his thighs. 

I gathered the courage and strength to move closer to him but he rose instantly, sensing my movement. 

“You lied to me for years, Chriss. What else can you not do to me? I'm fuvkinh hurt and broken that your ex, my best friend, thinks he has the upper hand.” he said, as his eyes watered. “You know what? If it's Egan you want, maybe you should gather your things and go after him ‘cause he’d need a fucking medic,” he snapped at me and headed out of the house without looking way. 

My body became numb. I didn't know what to say. I know that he was angry and didn't mean that, right?

I ran upstairs, trying to find solace that I would not have if Dayle weren't with me. 

…
The next day!

I've tried to call Dayle but he never returned any of my texts or calls. I had to speak with Ken and Ken promised to come see me. 

Meanwhile, I dialed Steve and Steve was unavailable as always. 

I had just managed to clean to get my mind off but nothing worked. If I don't see Dayle, I would never be at peace with myself. 

Taking the trash bag out, a convoy—at least five cars—pulled over beside our house. 
On the other hand, I realized that Dayle’s car was still parked in the driveway. 
My heart leaped with relief as I attempted to check him out, a couple of men like guards in black stepped out of the cars and one particular someone caught my attention. 

It was a lady. Elegant and fucking rich I must say. 

She had shiny straight blonde hair, bold red lipstick, slender and… pretty. 

Now, who the actual fuck is this? I asked myself, clinging firmly to the trash bag. 
She approached me while the other bowed their heads. 

Wow, a little too extreme for someone with extra cash. 

She stopped in front of me, inspecting with from top to bottom and bottom to top again. 

I scoffed uninterestedly, “Who the fuck are you?” I snapped with irritation. 

“So, it's you! The same girl who wouldn't leave my fiancé alone?” she asked. 

My head spun. Was it Dayle? I don't remember him loving someone else but me.