Fight, Flight or Fulfil

Chapter One – Not a Shower, A storm

Lucas and I had arrived at my hell on earth, my ex's baby shower. I think I would have killed the taxi driver if it wasn't for Lucas and the speed of modern day cars. I could have missed my slot for a congratulations and a quick game of guess your Daddy! And that wasn't an option. I wasn’t there for the brightly coloured cake or the overpriced party bags, no. I was there to save someone later on from a broken heart and the heart breaking feeling of a child being ripped away from your arms.
I told Lucas my plans on the way here and now that he has pulled me aside, away from the party and away from my cheating, backstabbing, psychologically messed up ex, I don’t know if he going to encourage me or tell me to go home.
Lucas’ soft tone always comforted me, he never lost his cool, not with me. He spoke to me calmly “Dove, are you certain that you want to expose your ex-girlfriend for cheating on her current partner? I thought I was over her and ready but

Lucas’ words were churning around my head like clothes in a tumble dryer. I grabbed a champagne flute, downed it and dropped it on the floor beside me. The plain echo of the glass against the wooden floor board was a sound I hadn’t heard in a while but this was a different sound, it had a drop of revenge. Sweet tangy revenge in it. I was excited.
I wrote her a letter, one I never sent. It was more for me, to release my bottled emotions, to correct the wrongs in my head. As the memories were saved in my head, like files on a computer, I had to do something to get rid of them. I wrote a letter, it explained everything, all my emotions my concerns and most of all my hatred of her, the newly founded despise I felt towards her. I brought it with me but I couldn’t decide whether to give it to her. I gave it to Lucas, my trustworthy and knight in shining armour type of brother, to give to my shallow ex.
My ex came over to tidy up the mess that I created, the perfect time for me to reconcile. I