Jessy left as soon as he served the last lady of the day and flipped the sign, which was actually a while ago. The smell of burnt beans was replaced with cleaning product swiftly. It was your turn to clean the tables, and Jessy made sure you knew about it.

After the tables were clean enough to see your own reflection in them, you decided the cafe was a little too dusty. Cobwebs hung from every corner of the place and it was in desperate need of a tidy up. So, you decided to give it a lady's touch; by dusting off the paintings and portraits in the snook little place, making sure each coffee-themed picture was perfect. You didn't know why you had the urge to be so clean all of a sudden, but it was oddly satisfying.

Soon enough, your hair was knitted with dust and your clothes were scrunched and creased. "Alright, what's next?" you ask nobody in particular, scanning the shop with spray bottle at-the-ready. Your eyes drift over the ticking wall clock, and you do a double-take, then a triple.

'11 pm?! when did that happen?!'

Another wave of nerves consumes you like an ambush. "I'm late home..." you mumble to yourself, pulling your phone out of your apron pocket as quick as a frog snagging a fly. There, you're confronted with walls and walls of fiery messages from Peter.

Peter: 'can you pick me up some food on the way home?' -6:25 pm

Peter: 'you better get a beer for me' -6:27 pm

Peter: 'who are you with?' -6:29 pm

Peter: 'you promised you would let me know who you hang out with' -6:30pm

*7 MISSED CALLS FROM PETER*

Peter: 'Pick up the phone, I want to talk to you.' -6:40 pm

*2 MISSED CALLS FROM PETER*

Peter: 'TELL ME WHO YOU ARE WITH!' -6:46 pm

Peter: 'ARE YOU IGNORING ME?' -6:50 pm

*1 MISSED CALL FROM PETER*

Peter: 'unbelievable, u always say you'd have my back when in reality, u don't care in the slightest.' -7:00 pm

Peter: 'I bet you're with that twig I caught you with yesterday' -7:26 pm

Peter: 'Whoring out your disgusting body'-7:28 pm

Peter: 'You are a vile girl that your family would be disappointed in' -7:29 pm

Peter: 'You'll be disowned by everyone you care about once I tell them what you've done, broken my heart and destroyed my trust. I trusted you and you stomped all over it' -7:30 pm

Peter: 'You're the cause for me drinking, and I know I'm handling this poorly, but that's the ugly truth. I'm jobless because of your fucking depression and flimsy anxiety. This isn't the way to treat someone who's sacrificed so much to be with you' -7:35 pm

Peter: 'I remember when you said you wanted a family, pft, like your ever going to get one now. If you can't even be a suitable wife and listen to their husband, you aren't even slightly prepared to become a mother' -7:40pm

Peter: 'I even got you a ring, it was hiding in my draw for the last few months. I saved up my last earnings for you. What a waste' -7:43 pm

*11 MISSED CALLS FROM PETER*

Peter: 'PICK UP THE PHONE!' -8:30 pm

*4 MISSED CALLS FROM PETER*

Peter: 'ANSWER!' -8:45 pm

Peter: 'Y/N! ANSWER THE PHONE!!! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!' -8:55 pm

*7 MISSED CALLS FROM PETER*

Peter: '...' -9:30 pm

Peter: 'I'm sorry, I lost my cool.' -9:50 pm

*2 MISSED CALLS FROM PETER*

Peter: 'Fine, if you want to be playing the silent game- then I'll do the same thing you're doing, whoring your ugly body out for attention.' -10:10 pm

Peter:'The apartment is occupied, sleep somewhere else' -10:40 pm

Along with the final messages were pictures...

The first one was of a pretty brown-haired woman with tanned skin and excessive amounts of makeup on sitting at your dining room table and leaning over it to expose her chest with a red lace bra. You felt your soul leave your body, drooling through your skin and smacking down onto the floor along with your heart. It was like an overwhelming sickness suddenly surged through your body and tore up every emotion it could sink its poisonous fangs into.

You scroll down with shaky hands to properly see the second image. The woman's underwear and curvy body are on full display on your couch, with her legs slightly spread and her lips perked into a smile for the camera sickenly sweetly. Your teeth gnashed down on your tongue as the awful sensation of your throat swelling made you speechless. A sudden urge to cough and throw up suddenly invading your senses.

The third image is of the woman completely naked, kneeling at the side of the bed with her mouth open and mascara smudged. It was like a horrific car accident, you wanted to look away but you couldn't.

The image after was what you expected...

You tossed your phone across the counter and let out a croaked hiccup as your heart shattered. You could hear that woman's enjoyment through that picture and his as well, it rattled in your head and echoed itself. This can't be happening.

Still in a trembling state, you slid down to the perfectly mopped floors to add a thick layer of muffled tears as a second coating.

...

*1 CALL MISSED FROM MUM*

Mum: 'Hi honey, I know you're very busy with everything at the moment. But it's Dad's birthday next month, and we were wondering if we could go out to a restaurant together? you can bring your lovely boyfriend that you've told us so much about too, let us know. From, Mum xx thinking about you. XOXO' - 11:02 pm