tattoo boy

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Angelica's POV ☆ |

Vinnie's mouth hung low to the ground meanwhile Danica seemed proud. She pranced out the door with a grin as if she knew she was number 1. And I watched her. I watched her slowly walk out the door with her heels clanking on the hardwood floor and the sway of the jacket as she rushed to button it up.

When the door finally closed, my eyes returned back to the sight of him. Vinnie, who was still stuck.

"Wait ang-i swear-" he stumbled over his words, finally at an attempt to explain.

"I'm not sure I even want to hear the excuse." I half smiled, and my voice break.

"No, I-" he tried to talk again but I interrupted.

"Remember I said I had to tell you something? I wanted to tell you I love you, Vinnie." My eyes fluttered trying not to let another tear fall.

"But Angelica I swear-" he tried walking closer to me, but I stepped back, showing I had no interest.

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled, raising my voice too high.

He looked offended, so I assumed he had to listen to what I had to say before I left.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID WRONG."

"WHAT DOES SHE HAVE?"

"WHY WOULD YOU LET HER INSIDE?"

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" I yelled all of those things at him, pointing at his chest.

Heart or Brain?

"You just used me, didn't you? Or was she always number one? Was she always in the shadows?"

"Of course not but if you would-" he tried to budge again.

"I already said I don't want to hear it!" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, looking in the other direction.

"Angelica listen. Just listen bro." He sucked his teeth, sighing.

"Don't speak to me, look at me, think about me, or even breathe my same air. You got me? Because I hate you Vinnie hacker." I bit my lower lip harshly.

Did I actually hate him? Of course not. No matter how much I wanted to hate him, I couldn't. Something felt off as if I was the one that was wrong, but I wasn't. No matter how much this man could and would constantly roam my mind, I still couldn't hate him.

"Bye, vinnie." I sniffled, waking out his door.

"Angelica, please." He caught ahold of my wrist, but I was already a crying mess. I tugged my arm from his grasp and fleet away. I let my legs carry away until I reached my home. My comfort place.

And when my front door closed behind me, I slid down the door and onto the floor, breaking down, sobbing, kicking my foot on the floor, slamming my hand against my thigh, and piercing my nails into my face. I was so devastated that I was betrayed. I still couldn't find the words to hurt him enough but instead said something that he probably laughed at.

I spent minutes crying at that door and sobbing. I couldn't move at all and the weight of my emotions remained me from doing so.

"ang, please listen to me." he gently knocked on the door listening to my cries. But I didn't.

"Why don't you trust me?" his voice cracked.

I sat there silently crying into my hands and dimming out his words. At one point I was tired of it. He was great at lying which made me wonder if the words he would say were always pure. Like a scolded child I covered my eyes and ran into my room, slamming my door behind myself to announce that I was no longer listening.

I'll learn to hate you Vinnie Hacker.
I will.