I Am Invincible

I was afraid to pick up the phone when Zach rang me. I knew it would be early in the morning in America. The morning after the party he told me he was attending. I just had a terrible feeling about what Zach could possibly be calling for that couldn’t have waited for when it was a bit later his time. But I picked up the phone anyway.

“Hello?” I asked.
“Cameron,” Zach replied, his voice breaking slightly.
“Yeah?”
“I-I have to tell you something…” he trailed off and my heart sunk. I waited for him to continue. “L-last night, at the – the party. Um… I h-had too much to drink. I… oh fuck… I w-woke up… next to someone…”
I drew in a sharp breath as my eyes filled with tears.
“Who?” My voice was surprisingly calm.
“I-I don’t know… b-but… I know we h-had s—”
I cut him off, “You cheated on me.”
“N-no! I-I…”
“Well, what do you call it then? Last time I checked, having sex with someone else when you have a boyfriend is called cheating.”
“I was drunk! I -”
“And you consider that an excuse? I know you. You aren’t one of those people who don’t know what they’re doing when they’re drunk. You knew what you were doing. You fucking cheated on me. I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses about how you were drunk. You knew what you were doing. You could’ve stopped it. And you didn’t.” Tears were falling steadily down my face and I hastily wiped them away.

“No, baby, please…”
“Don’t fucking call me ‘baby’,” I exploded. “You can’t just fuck some person whose name you can’t even remember one night and then expect everything to go back to normal the next morning. It just doesn’t work like that. I trusted that you loved me enough to not cheat, that you would stop anyone who came onto you, whether you were drunk or not. Obviously I was wrong…”

“Cam, baby, please. It just sort of happened. I didn’t mean for it to happen. She just grabbed my arm and-”
“She!?” I shrieked, “You cheated on me with a fucking girl? You never even kissed a girl before and now you’ve gone and slept with one? Oh my God… I can’t do this. I really can’t…”
“Can’t do what?” he asked, his tone nervous.
“I can’t do us anymore. Fuck. I thought you were the one constant in my life. I thought I could trust you with anything. I thought you loved me -”
“I do love you!”
I railroaded on, “- as much as I love you. Obviously you didn’t, Zach, because, if you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Everything would still be fucking perfect but you had to ruin it.”
“Cameron, please!”
“NO! I’ve had enough of your excuses. I don’t give a shit anymore. I-it’s over,” my voice broke on the last two words.

I pulled the phone away from my ear. I could hear Zach on the other end shouting about how he does love me and that we can’t break up because he would die without me. I let my thumb hover over the red phone button.
“Goodbye, Zach,” I whispered, before pressing down.

I stared at the background picture of my phone. It was Zach and I; we were kissing. It was about a month before he moved back to America and we were on a beach. A tear drop fell onto my face in the photo. I wiped it away with my thumb, before hurling the phone at the wall and watching it be smashed into pieces from the impact. I’m sure it looked exactly like my heart did at that point.