Break up

**Dayle**

What the actual fuck is wrong with Egan?

Chrissy and I were wearing confused gazes. I didn't take a moment to relax. I instantly lunged at him, about to punch, as Chrissy held my arm almost immediately. 

“Please, babe! Not here,” she said to me. I respected her demands and yes, I shouldn't ruin her day. We are here to show our support and spit should stay that way. 

My eyes suddenly darted to the mirror, my fingers aggressively raking my hair. Then my eyes landed on the rose on the dresser. 
I scoffed. “I didn't know that someone other than me would give you a rose,” I said, my voice etched with intense jealousy, anger, and frustration. 

Her hand was flat on her forehead, as if expressing her exhaustion.
Well, fuck it, I should be exhausted by that. No one gives a grown woman a rose without a deep affection. To what I know, it is that way and Chrissy sure as hell knows that. 

My fists balled as my eyes darted to Egan who was reluctant as always, like he enjoyed the show. 

Why would Chrissy accept a rose from him or anyone? I mean, Egan ain't shit. I screamed in my head. 

“Dayle, I fucking swear on my existence, on our love, that I didn't take the flower from him. He offered it to mr but I didn't take it,” she tried to explain. 

“Yeah, you could have trashed it, right?” I barked before I could control myself. “We keep around circles about this guy,” I added. 

“Hey, Dayle, it's not her fault, it's mine. She didn't take it, and so I placed it there. You know that she would not take it,” Egan chimed in, trying to explain as well as I moved closer to him, a second away from punching the shit out of him.

“Fucking shut up! Why did yoy try to give it to her in the first place? Now, you like what you see, yeah? Ruining our lives, our relationship? Anything that makes us happy, right? Why can't you say your fuck out?” I questioned him, my eyes plunging into him while his jaw only tightened. 

“You’re not the only one in love with her, okay? Besides, you stole her from me. Accept the truth, Dayle!” Egan snapped at me, riling me up to the maximum level. 

I jerked him by the collar, shaking him aggressively. I could feel my rage sitting on the tip of my fingers effortlessly. 

“Dayle, please…” Chrissy’s voice broke. 

“No, you stay the fuck out of this!” I barked at her. “Better still, let's settle this once and for all…” I released him, splitting my gaze between both of them. 

“Honestly, someone tell me. Am I lying to myself about you both? Is there something else? Clearly, there is something beneath the surface…” I asked, staring at both of them. 
I mean, I feel betrayed all over again. 

Chrissy let his rose flower sit there like he meant so much to her—at her job. And I just bumped into it. 
I didn't want to leave her on her own, I wanted to let her know that I would be there for her, through highs and lows, but seeing this makes me hate myself even. 

News flash, I bought a bouquet and it's in the car. I just wanted to propose to her while everyone was her. 

I was goddam tired of the back and forth, I mean we should end the drama and fucling get married already but this is all I get. 

His rose on the dresser and she DoD nothing about it. 

A dozen thoughts swamped my mind while I stared intently at her. Someone who makes my heart beat faster than usual is the same person who makes you go crazy. 

“Dayle, I love you and you know it—”

“I know you do. I just want to know if you have a place for him in your heart also. Is it me or him?” I asked as her eyes crammed with tears. 

One thing I hated was making her cry but maybe I have to let her cry and decide on the real deal here. 

“Dayle, there is literally nothing between us. I- he brought and I didn't accept and he went ahead to keep it there…” she explained again and it didn't make sense to me. 

“It is that easy to toss in the trash, Chriss!” I snapped angrily as she began to sob. 

I hated to see her helpless, but I couldn't pretend either.

“The trash is where his feelings belong, that's if I truly am the only one you love,”

“Fuck it, you know I would go to any length to love you. I fucking love you and that's all I know. The rose was not my fault. I didn't take it,” she let out, her voice breaking—unstable. 

I looked away from her and pulled out the ring from my pocket and showed her. 

“An hour ago, I was gonna propose. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you…” I blurted out. I wasn't thinking straight, I was just responding to whatever emotion was enclosed. 

Meanwhile, her eyes were widely opened as she covered her mouth. 

I tossed into the trash and scoffed, “Maybe I was too quick to think that we didn't have any more casualties,” I said as her hands fell off slowly. 

“Dayle, it's all on me not her…” Egan groaned with a thick frown. 

“Really? You love her and so you would not stick to your fucking Norwegian Barbie. Happy now?” I yelled at him as he remained silent. 

“You can't do this to me, this is not what you think.…” Chrissy voiced out. 

“Or fucking set the scores straight with him. I don't understand why he keeps coming back to you even after everything that we've been through. Maybe that was why you…” I paused, I was going to say the worst thing ever. 

I looked away. 

“Really? Did you want to say that it was why I fucked or almost fucked him? Huh?” she asked me, closing the distance between us. Her voice was firm and demanding while I recoiled in my thoughts. I messed up already, fuck me. 

“Since we are saying our mind, let's fucking call a spade a spade here. I get that you are tired of me now since you casually fucked Amber knowing fully that she was gonna trap you. If you think that you are hurt, Dayle, I’m fucking frustrated here and yet, I still cling to you because I know that there's an ounce of truth in what you say—because I fucking trust you. Now you couldn't trust me and all of a sudden, you're done with me since you can't propose right?” she paused.

Within a minute, we were staring at how things have become, how we've ruined ourselves—how I was stupid to hang our relationship on the thin line that held on. 

“Chriss—”

“No, you're fucking and so you tossed the ring into the trash…” her eyes watered and they were on the verge of dropping. 

I tried to hold her arms, but she retracted angrily. 

My heart was racing faster and my chest was clutched. The voice in my head was reminding me over and over that I was fucking dickhead. 

“You can't do this, right? So do I…” she declared firmly as she grabbed her cell phone and headed out of the dressing room. 
I ran after her, calling after her but she didn't turn back. 

Chrissy disappeared into the crowd as get friends who were patiently holding the placards for the big question that could have ended very well. 

They ran after her as I stopped in my spot. How did I ruin everything with my hands? Me and my stupid temper? I could have listened to her, right? Believed her rather than get engrossed with the fact that Egab was still after her. 

Dad and Mom walked over to me, alongside Dom. The first thing Mom did to me was slap me in my face. 

Her frown was thick, her anger was palpable. I wondered what I had done to her.
She's never raised a finger at me. 

“How could you do this to her? To what you share?” she asked, shoving her ogome to my face. The sex tape was out. 

What have I done?