Lily

Chapter Twenty Seven: Tears

Chapter Twenty Seven: Tears

I felt horrible. I was in tears. My face was red.

I felt like a whore. I felt used.

My tears had ruined my mascara so my face looked horrible.

The way Noah talked to me was so condescending, he sounded like a different person.

What happened to the Noah who claimed to love me?

I felt my world spinning.

I had worn my top back and my skirt but I could joy walk in my heels so I held them in my hands.

I didn't want to go home and I didn't want to talk to Mia and Chantel.

I decided to go to Timmy's house.

His house wasn't too far away so I took the bus.

In new time, the bus arrived at the bus stop and I over to his house.

In new time I was in front of his house by the porch.

I rang the bell repeatedly.

After what seemed like a few minutes i heard the lock being unlocked from the inside . It was Timmy. He was wearing shorts and a navy top. He opened the doors, stepped it and closed the door behind him.

"Lily?" He looked concerned scanning my appearance with his eyes, "What's wrong?"

I couldn't contain myself anymore. I resumed my tears and ran into his arms.

"Noah dumped me!"

He patted my hair and held me tighter. "I'm so sorry Lily, let's get you inside."

We walked into the living room and we walked all the way to his room and he shut the door.

I sat down on his bed while he sat down next to me on the bed.

"You were right, happy now? He broke my heart into a million pieces."

I used my palms to cover face. Tears rolled down my face ever so slightly and I was also sniffling.

"I'm not happy you know, I hoped he would prove me wrong." He said rubbing my shoulder.

"It's my fault, you know I just wasn't ready to have sex, I was always ruining the mood." I said rubbing my temple.

That statement seemed to annoy Timmy because his facial expression changed to one of annoyance.

"Fuck that. If he really loved you the way he claimed he did, he would wait." He balled his fist angrily.

His appearance looked angry.

I thought he was different but he was only after one thing.

"Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?"

"Yes." I said with a small smile. "I really could use some alcohol to make me forget about everything.

"No way! That would only make things worse-" He said rolling his eyes.

"I just want to get drunk, if you won't do it, I'll just go." I said standing up from his bed.

My tears had stopped but my eyes were still red. I felt a little better.

He grabbed my hand signaling me to sit back down . "Forget it, I would rather you drink here so I can at least keep an eye on you and make sure it doesn't get out of control."

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Escaping my reality seemed to be my mission right now, because it was too hard to bear.

I was tired of getting heart broken by guys over and over again.