The Way To Steal My Heart

Betrayed

Amanda:

While we were kissing, Norman suddenly went tense.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling way to face his blue eyes.

"What am I gonna tell Ashley?" He asked.

"Oh yeah." I muttered. "Um, maybe just say it?" I suggested after a minute of thinking.

"She'd be heartbroken." He groaned, pulling away from me.

"I could tell her, if you want." I suggested.

"Would you?" He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Yeah. Gimme your phone, and I'll tell her." I said. He hesitated for a moment, before pulling his phone out.

"Don't be too harsh." He muttered while handing it to me.

"Of course." I said. Inwardly, that was adorable, the way he cared for people. I pulled up 'Babe's number. "This her?" I asked, showing him the screen. He nodded, and I began texting.

Ashely:

I sat back down into the bed and finished watching the movie. Dammit! I'm so stupid. When he gets back, I'm going to have to apologize. I thought.

Suddenly, just as the movie ended, I got a text. It was from Norman.

Baby<3: Hey hon. I need to talk to you.

I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I replied.

Me: ok...

Baby<3: There's really no way to tell you, but it's over

My heart shattered at the news. Norman was breaking up with me! I felt tears rushing down my face as I stared at the message.

Me: WHY?!?!?

Baby<3: It's not you. It's me. There's someone else...

My heart caught in my throat. Someone else?!? Who the fuck is that-

I knew.

Me: IS IT AMANDA?!?!?! WHY WOULD YOU GO FOR THAT IMPERFECT BITCH?!?!

There was no reply, which only strengthened my beliefs that it was her. I threw my phone down, cracking the screen. I grabbed my bag and threw my clothes in it. After I packed, I went to the front door. Just as I was about to leave, I got an idea. One that could get me arrested.

I turned around and took the coat hanger that stood by the door. Then I started to smash his vases and pictures, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction as they shattered under my touch. I went up to his big, plasma screen TV, and shattered the screen into millions of pieces. I took a pair of kitchen scissors and started to tear up his leather couch, creating long gashes. I heard a his as Eye glared at me. He never liked me. I took a pillow and threw it at him. He jumped away in time, but ended up in a corner. I lunged at him, keeping him stuck there. He hissed and scratched at me, desperately trying to escape. I was holding a vase that hadn't been broken yet. I threw it at Eye, hitting him in the side. He yowled and lay there, limp and bleeding from the little shards of glass that stuck out of his side. I laughed at his suffering.

I turned around, admiring the destruction. But something was missing. I went into his refrigerator and looked for something. I found a bottle of ketchup and smiled. I took it out and opened it, squeezing its contents all over the walls. The walls were smeared in red. Then I sprayed it over the furniture and shards of broken glass. I laughed the whole time, feeling satisfaction as I destroyed Norman's things. When I felt like it was destroyed enough, I dropped the empty ketchup bottle and stormed over to the door, grabbed my bags, and left.