Prison Of Glass

05 | manipulative psycho

Anastasia

"What the heck is that fucker doing here?" Damien said looking at my ex in the crowd and instantly pulled on a face as I made my way to him.

"I have no idea." I said nonchalantly grabbing the drink from my best friend's hands and downing it in a go.

"By the way, you seemed glowing while dancing with the prince." Damien said sarcastically, and gave him a look and I scoffed.

To say that I hate that conceited bastard is a fucking understatement.

If it was in my hands, he would've gone back to that stupid preppy school of his, with that ship load of ego he has with other species like him.

"He's a dick." I said through gritted teeth. " Meilleur ami, you're repeating insults again." Damien smirked at me.

"One more word from you and I promise that you will be missing a penis and a pair of balls tomorrow, capiche?"

I growled at him so hard that his eyes widened in fear and quickly handed me another drink.

My passive aggressiveness has a very good reason to be surfacing right now.

One, a stupid fucker who doesn't seem to take no for an answer is after me for something that I don't want to do.

And two, my ex is here.

I haven't seen him since high school ended.

Austin was my first love, childhood sweethearts and all, we went out for almost half of middle school and half of high school.

But apparently girl code wasn't a thing back then.

I found him in bed with my sister one night. The night I experienced my first heartbreak.

Austin was pretty popular in school, he had handsome looks, so naturally a lot of female crowd was attracted towards him. Including my sister.

That was the night when my hate for my sister started. Up until then, I just didn't care. She would mind her business and I would mind mine.

I remember the smirk she threw my way when I peeked at them through the half opened door. What's worse is that they did it on my bed.

The place where Austin would sneak in, and talk to me for hours and hours. We would lose track of time while spending time with each other. Where we had sex for the first time. Where we said our 'i love you's for the first time.

It was a whole new level of devious and twisted.

The next day, I broke up with him. Without any explanation.

My mother was very angry with me that day, saying that I would never find a good husband, and that Austin was the best chance of a future for me. You see, Austin is the son of a very well known noble of this country, so marrying him would be good for our family's image.

She didn't even care to ask if I was okay. If I was hurt. She even went as far as saying that I'll never amount to anything in life. My sister was listening to all this. I saw the smug look she gave me as I walked up the stairs.

People would think that I was stupid to hate my family so much. That I have the money. What more could I ever want? They don't know that problems don't care about the status of their victim. The attack. That too brutally.

People would be stupid if they think that they can handle the consequences that arise with wealth.

"You wanna do something fun tonight?" I turned towards Damien.