Breaking| part 21

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My phone buzzed. It was seven thirty in the morning. It buzzed again and then again and again and again, over and over and over. I snatched it of the bed side table grumbling what would be so urgent that they had to text me this much jeez. I turned the phone on and was blinded briefly by the brightness. As my eyes adjusted i saw that the messages weren't just from one person but from many. I opened the phone and scrolled down to where Ivy had texted me a photo that just wasn't loading. Damn dads bad Internet. The images caption read 'I'm so sorry'. Why wasn't this thing loading and what was Ivy so sorry about, what had happened. The photo loaded. I opened it and gasped. Tears welled in my eyes and anger ripped trough my body. It couldn't be. He wouldn't. This wasn't happening. No. No. No No No No No No. how could he.
It was Carter in a crowded room red cup in on hand the other around the waist of Asher grove. Kissing her.
'We were at a party I don't know what happened I had to tell you I'm so sorry'
I didn't reply to her. I couldn't reply to her. I dropped the phone and stumbled out of bed and slumped to the floor. Curled up in a little ball on the carpet I let myself cry. I had never felt more betrayed and heartbroken. How could he do this to me. I thought we were perfect together i though our relationship would last and we would fall in love. Obviously I was wrong he must have never felt like that. He probably just wanted a fling thing. But it didn't feel like that. It wasn't like that. He liked me as-well i was sure of that. It didn't matter know though. I don't think I could ever forgive him for this. I stood up from my floor purely full of anger. I opened the phone. Carters contact. 'We're done'. And then I blocked him.

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