Valerie was calm after her panic attack. She made it to track seventeen, and she could not wait to dial Tony's number to yell at him, she's angry. All she thought was "Tony used me this whole time. He used me. He used me. He. Used. Me!"
She pulls out Envelope Seventeen and pulls out the pink index card, since she wanted to know what he said. She puts the earbuds in her ear and the familiar beat starts playing. Another Carrie Underwood song . . .
Track Seventeen: I know finding out that I was seeing Selena is hard . . . Val, I'm really sorry
Two black Cadillacs driving in a slow parade
Headlights, shining bright in the middle of the day
One's for his wife,
the other for the woman who loved him at night
Two black Cadillacs meeting for the first time
And the preacher said he was a good man
And his brother said he was a good friend
But women in the two
black veils didn't bother to cry
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Two Black Cadillacs isn't a good song to hear. She remembers when she was fourteen and she explained her parents what the song meant when it was playing in McDonald's during them eating breakfast.
She picks up her phone and dialed her boyf- she doesn't even know what to do with Tony after this.
"Your call have been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system 351-659-2547 is not available."
There goes a tear. There went another one.
How. Dare. He?
"Tony, I swear if you don't pick up the phone when I call you again, I'm going to cut your ballsacks!" She yells angrily.
She dials again, and the phone rang two times, until
Tony: Va-
Valerie: Anthony Harrison, you little fuck! I hate you! You went and pretended to love me and went to go back with Selena?!
Tony: Wa-
Valerie: I'm not done! *stiffens* Why Tony, why? I did nothing wrong. You don't love Selena, you love me. Or so I thought.
Tony: I'm not dating Selena, I'm dating you
Valerie: Well not anymore!
Valerie heard silent. She sat on her bed and waited for Tony to speak again.
Tony: A-ar-ar . . . Va- yo- Val please, let me explain, come on Val, oh my gosh, V-
Valerie: What Tony? You forgot how to speak? You don't speak English? I'm breaking up with you
Valerie heard silent on the other side of the phone again. She was in disbelief herself. She was breaking up with Tony? Two years just, went down the drain . . . because that little bitch manipulated Tony and- Valerie never been so mad in her life, she just want to take Selena's face and ham it with a hammer, kick it as hard as she can, run over it, shoot it, stab her in the eye . . . everything.
Valerie hears Tony sob quietly, then says
"Valerie, you're out of your mind. I love you, I don't want to loose you, I regret this break-up playlist."
Oh, wow. Break-Up playlist? This was a break- up playlist? Not only he was seeing Selena again, but those cute romantic song was a joke? He was using her on a whole other level
"Goodbye, Tony." Valerie spat and hung up the phone call.
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ugh, i'm so sorry you guys, but, ugh, i'm heartbroken too, it's just . . . is it weird that i teared up just a little, just a litle tiny bit?
i feel bad now, i'm going to see how i'm going to fix this up, but it's still the break up playlist . . .
- ashley
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The Break-Up Playlist (♬ #1)
Short StoryHe was too shy to actually break up with her, so he bought her a pink iPod Nano and made her a playlist of break-up songs. Only to confess his wrongs. 12/5/15: ranked in short story (#796)
