The Boy Next Door

"Like Old Times?"

I woke up with the biggest migraine in human history. Shuffling around in the bed, I sat straight up and looked out of the balcony door. It was a groggy day today, the sky was dark gray and the clouds in the sky looked as if they were going to explode all over the world. Like there was something they were holding back. Maybe the sky felt the same way I did. The sky and I both held something from the world. We were both filled with water that would eventually detonate into a huge mess that no one would be able to clean up.

Ignoring my thoughts, I stepped out of bed and dragged my feet along to the bathroom. My body hurt, it ached. It was like I had been ran over by a semi truck, or that I had been trampled down by a team of football players.

As I arrived into the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes had black rings under them, my cheek and my eye still had a huge bruise on them. My lips were chapped and they had white indents in them. If I smiled, my lips would crack and blood would pour out of the cracks. Not that I felt the need to smile. My need to do anything had vanished completely. The love of my life had hurt me beyond words can recite, and I just felt heavy. Twisting the faucet knob, I ran my hands under the sink and allowed the water to drift onto my skin. I grabbed a handful of water and splashed it on my face, wiping away the excess water with a towel that was beside the sink.

I walked back into my room and slowly sat down on the very edge of the bed just thinking about Dylan.

How could he do that to me? How could he pretend that I was nothing and go cheat on me with someone he hadn't known for more than forty eight hours. Laying my body on the bed, I curled up into a ball and let my tears cascade out. He hadn't even come home last night. Maybe he doesn't care. He probably went home with Ashley, that home wrecker.

I continued to let the tears flow out of my eyes. Not because I wanted them to, but because there was no other way to express my feeling. Yes, I could burn his things. Cut them up and burn them, or just cut them up and politely pack them up for him, but truth is, a little part of me wanted this to be all a dream. I knew that what had happened was done and over with and there was no way I was going to be able to forgive him. At least that's what I've been telling myself. I know that when I see him, I'm going to melt right into his arms, along with all the bad feelings I have for him as they melt with me. I've always been so weak when it came to Dylan. I let him control my every move, but I didn't realize it until now. After being told over and over by different people, I was stubborn and ignored what my friends were telling me. My friends that I've known forever, for some dick head that cheats on me with the girl I hate the most.

After no more tears would come out, I reached for my phone, grabbed my jacket and slipped on my converse, before getting up to go next door.

When I arrived, I knocked softly and waited for someone to come to the door.

"Hold on," I could hear Pattie yell from inside.

I shook my head and lowered my hand, just waiting for her the come unlock the door.

"Hey Pattie," I greeted as she opened the door.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong? You look like you've been crying," She responded, motioning over so I could come inside the house.

"Yeah, I have. But if you don't mind, I came here to talk to Justin. Is he available?"

"Oh sweetie, I thought he'd told you, he left early. He thought it would be a good idea to get away from here as soon as he could. He mentioned to me that he didn't want to stay around and watch one of his friends ruin her life." She mentioned.

I could feel my heart crumble to the ground. I was the reason he'd left. My stupidity had got me in the situation I am in and there's no one else to blame except me.