One Journey, the Final

Chapter 16:

We pulled in front of an old beat up home. It was completely dark around us, only the light of inside shining to let in a glimmer of light on the street. Dave had a wide smile on his face. The walls of the home vibrated from loud music, and I could only wait until they would give in I felt my stomach twist. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car with him.

           "Are you ready to have the night of your life?" he whispered. I flitted the contaminated air around my face. Gosh he needed a breathmint.

           "Sure." We walked in to the house, filled with many people letting loose and enjoying being drunk. By the time we had gotten there, they had already ran out of drinks. Dave was not very happy about it. But we spent most of the night dancing together. It was fine. I wasn't having the night of my life, but it seemed just enought to satisy the vengeance.

            I woke up the next morning in my bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, and caked in slept-on makeup. It was gross. My clock read 11:00 a.m. I had gotten home really late last night. Without really thinking I rolled out of bed and crawled to the computer. The screen turned on, and the first thing I saw on Yahoo! was my face. Kind of creepy. But I decided to click on the article, blinking my eyes a couple of times so I could read it. Once the fuzziness goes away, I can make out the words and string the sentences together. “…later it was reported that this two-timing architect was making out with an unknown person. Also, paparazzi spotted her leaving very early in the morning from a party, looking horrible. Poor Harry. :( I wonder how her (ex) boyfriend, Harry Styles feels about this. He probably doesn’t even know—yet.” I made the mistake of scrolling some more and reading the comments. Many angry “Directioners” poured out their feelings over the keyboard. I couldn’t read more than a few comments before crying. Worse, I heard my phone ringing in the background, probably Dave calling me. I placed my head in my hands, quickly shutting down, and everything out. I had to sort out my thoughts and sensations. Those people didn't know anything about me. They only knew from what they saw on the outside. On the outside, sure, I looked like a terrible ex girlfriend who has psychological issues. I was just trying new things. I shut down the computer and crawled back into bed. I wonder how Harry Styles feels about this... I kept thinking about that sentence. Well, if he didn't know before, he knows now. A small smile spread across my face. Part one of my mission had been accomplished. Part two would be fulfilled tonight, with yet another party.