KILLING ME SOFTLY 𖣔 EUPHORIA [FEZCO]

1.6

Priscilla was handling her first heartbreak better than she had honestly expected.

After her conversation with Fezco, Priscilla had quickly realized how much time and energy she had wasted the past year.

How almost every decision she had made, somehow revolved around Fezco.

She realized how much of herself she had lost, all of the friends and hobbies she had abandoned to hang out with Fezco or to be hung up over him.

Priscilla was going to be in her senior year soon, meaning that college life was soon approaching and her focus in the past year had turned from her academics and who she truly wanted to be, for what she was trying to accomplish for one guy.

Priscilla decided that she had finally had enough.

She beat herself up for how much control she left Fezco have over her emotions and her wellbeing, whether he knew that or not.

No man should have all of that power.

Priscilla spent the next hours that early morning cleaning out her room and rearranging her furniture.

What she normally did when she was met with a breakthrough.

She deleted every single picture that they had together, even the ones dating back to middle school and had erased their messages.

Priscilla ignored the sting in her heart as she read through them for the last time. She watched as how time went on, their conversations became more and more stagnant. His replies became more delayed and rehearsed, as if he already had an answer planned for everything Priscilla would ask him throughout the day.

Priscilla could help but to poison her memory of their conversations, with the inclusion of Lexi.

Every time he had claimed to fall asleep on the other end, was he really talking to her? When her messages wouldn't deliver and Fezco claimed to have his phone off, was he really just with Lexi?

Priscilla decided that she was done with the blonde hair.

Yes, she had as much fun as you could as a young blonde but she wanted a more mature look, more sophisticated.

So, chocolate brown with angled layers it was.

Priscilla came back upstairs, a warm coffee mug in her hand as she shut the bedroom door behind her.

It was now seven in the morning of that same day, and the girl still hadn't been able to sleep so she decided to suck it up and start her day. Priscilla opened her laptop, beginning to scroll through her emails as the call notification came up on her screen.

The girl reached over her screen, grabbing her phone from out in front of her before bringing the device up to her ear.

"You're up early," Priscilla chuckled, using her shoulder to press the phone against her cheek.

"This isn't Rue," a different voice answered on the other line.

"Oh, oh!" Priscilla stood up, "Hey, Leslie!"

"I'm sorry to be bothering you so early, sweetheart."

"No, no worries, I was up anyway. What's up?" Priscilla questioned, beginning to worry.

Rue's mom never had access to her phone. Elliot has never had access to Rue's phone, so where was Rue?

"Rue's in some trouble," Leslie let out a deep breath, "would you be able to come by?"

Priscilla let herself into the house, putting her keys away in her back pocket as she opened the front door. The place was completely torn apart, like a tornado had gone through the entire living room.