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Chapter 42

Allie's POV

I close the Instagram app practically fuming.

How could he?! How could he be so fucking pissed at me, and making me feel like shit when he did the exact same thing?!

I call Madi.

"Allie?! Oh my god. Please come home!!" Madi pleads.

"Put Shawn on the phone." I demand ignoring her pleads.

"What? Why Shawn?" She says with confusion evident in her voice.

"Just put him on the goddamn phone. You'll know why soon." I respond without hesitation.

"Fine." She sighs.

I wait a couple seconds.

"Allie?! I was so worried. Where are you?" Shawn's voice echoes through the phone.

It takes all I have to hold back the 'I love you.'

"Save the bullshit for someone who buys it." I state.

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" He asks.

"I can't fucking believe you. How could you kiss Brooke and be mad at me for kissing Brandon?!" I yell. "How could you make me feel so shitty and know I'm breaking down, and just live with yourself?! I thought you loved me!! Because I still fucking love you and it hurts! I don't want to. I don't want to love you, but I do! I-I can't do this anymore!" I start crying.

God I'm so sick of crying.

I pull myself together.

"I'm coming back home tomorrow. Don't be there." I hang up.

I didn't let him say anything. I couldn't have listened to his voice a second longer.

I throw my phone, and it hits the wall and shatters.

That's just the start of my rage.

I go in the bathroom and slam the door so hard, bolts come out.

I look at myself in the mirror and see more tears going down my face.

Ugh. I can't take seeing myself cry anymore.

I punch the mirror as hard as I can, and it shatters.

Fuck. My hand hurts like hell.

I wash the blood off in the sink.

I go back out into the hotel room.

I end up destroying a lamp, a small TV, and I leave a huge hole in the wall from kicking it.

I grab my bag, throw $300 dollars for damages on the bed, and walk out to my jeep.

I'm going home.

My plan is: to get over Shawn, and get a new boyfriend.

I'm so fucking done with pitying myself.