All He Desires

Prologue

Maya's pov:

"Hey Blue, I'm gonna find Bent and tell him to drive me home ok?" She nods but doesn't stop dancing and I begin my search for my dear devoted boyfriend, Bentley.

I start with the kitchen, not there. The bathroom, not there either. And when I checked a bedroom I saw him lodge himself inside the school play girl, Sydney.

Tears started to pile up as I see what was happening. "How dare you!" I scream, feeling so betrayed. He has been my best friend since we were 8! How could he?!

"Oh please May, did you really expect to have a perfect relationship? I'm surprised you haven't known this was going on for a while now." He slurs with a smirk pasted on his face .

"I trusted you! You promised you would change!" I sob almost falling to my knees in the middle of the dining room. At this moment everyone in the house party's attention seems focused on me. All eyes, burning my body like lasers.

"Well I did this because you were being an annoying little bitch these past few months!"

"Like when, huh? Tell me. When have I been a bitch to you. All I did was love you and care for you, you!". Even at this very moment, even after all he's done to me, I could not bring myself to curse at him. To curse his name! To tell him that even after finding him in between another girl's legs, I still care so deeply for him.

"You wouldn't let me hangout with my friends-"

"All I said was that my mom wanted to meet you but her flight was canceled! She was coming tomorrow night!"

As if he couldn't think of anymore reasons to blame me he brings out the thing I dread most, "Well, you're just a slut! And if you weren't such a slut, maybe you-!" but he couldn't finish his sentence since Logan cuts him off right on time.

"Shut up you bastard! What the fuck do you think gives you the right to call her that?!"

"Oh Maya, you wouldn't want daddy to see you now would you? Slut." That right there was the last straw. I was not going to be called names and disrespected.

"We're done! I never want to see your face again!" I spat at him, screaming those words at the top of my lungs, I rip the necklace he gave me off my neck and threw it at his feet. I need to get away. I need to escape the watchful eyes of our audience. I need air.

Soon, my hands are clenched into fists, raising itself up in the air. And before I knew it, my fist connected with his face, which broke his nose and made it drip brood. Soon, after looking at the incident for a few more seconds, I stormed out of the house.