𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

𝟒𝟏.

Go, go and leave

16 years ago

Narrator

"Mm.. y/n.. hold on-" Finn tried to reach the drawer next to him, opening it, whilst his lovers lips were glued to his.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring each every part, not leaving a single skin of his untouched by her presence.

Finn searched and searched for a condom, but there appeared to be none. "Y/n." He whispered lowly as he pulled back a little from the kiss.

"I'm on the pill." She whispered back as she leaned in and started kissing his neck. "Are you sure?" He asks, his hands gripping her waist as she leaves tiny little kisses onto his neck.

"mhm.."

"Good."

Outside the door. A girl stood, her hand frozen in time, stopping her from knocking on his door. Her mere presence was of course never known to the two.

They were hanging out. All three of them, but for some reason, three seemed to transform into two when these two were around each other.

She listened to the silent gasps, the moans, his name escaping her mouth several times, with tears running down her face. That should be her right? Why wasn't he doing that to her?

Why wasn't he pleasuring her? Instead of y/n. But of course. Everything had to be about y/n. How perfect her hair is, how pretty she is and how her eyes were.

Finn was completely blinded by her, in love, if you may say that. And boy did it fucking her. Why doesn't she deserve love? Why didn't Finn love her? Was it so wrong to want someone to be with you? To cherish you like you deserve?

Y/n, was a street rat. Poor right out of the bag, yet he still chose her. She barely had food on her table most nights, before she met Finn she was wearing dirty and old clothes. Yet he still chose her.

"Screw this." Abigail steps away from the door, the lewd noises coming from inside clearly weren't going to come to an end any time soon.

She steps out of the house, finally getting some air. As she wasn't able to breathe. Not when he was near another girl. As usual, she pulled her hood up and hid her deformed face.

The face that Finn always said was gorgeous, beautiful. She can't help but wonder what caused him to lie? What did she do? Why was y/n better, was it because she looks normal? Was it because she was intelligent?

No. Finn was clearly in love with someone else. 15 years old, and she's infatuated already. Infatuated with a boy she knows is not hers.

They didn't even remember it was her birthday. Was she that unimportant? That much of a menace to society that her best friend would forget her birthday? Finn was supposed to be there for her through thick and thin.

She didn't care for y/n. As long as Finn stood by her side. She would never go back to the picture they were in before. That picture frame broke. It's glass scattered on the floor.

She was sick of cutting up her fingers trying so desperately to put the frame back together. How could she put the pieces back into place when he had already bought a new frame. Not only a new frame but replaced with a different picture.

A better picture in his opinion. How could a girl have so much power over a boy? And how could a boy have so much power over the wrong girl?

She walks away from the house, her steps echoing in the puddles of water on the side walk. Cars passing by the road, unintentionally splashing the dirty water onto the side of her body.

But that doesn't compare to anything. It's just bit of water, it'll wash off. Her face however, was forever. The heartbreak however, is not forever. She will not let y/n win.

She forbids it. This may seem like a game she was bad at playing, but one thing about games is.. the more you play it, the better you get.

And who would know better than to let her lose the next match, she just has to keep losing and losing.. in order to end up best player. On top.. if you may add.

Maybe a few years off the players list will do her some good. But if she comes back the best player..

"Who knows what will happen."

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