my brother's best friend

chapter xi

“drama show”
through elise hampton

i clinged to my vanity, my hands frenetically grasping the white wooden surface. tears blured my painted eyes, the mascara tinting the salty drops black. my heartbeat was excruciating slow, this burning sensation taking over the normal beating.

wiping my tears away from my skin, i quietly sat on the bench of my furniture. my sobs took over the silented music that ran through the whole house. i glanced at the palms of my hands, completely wet with my miserable tears.

how dare he?

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my hand painted on my lips with a sharp move, delining the limits of my mouth. i carefully filled it all with my pink-ish gloss. i ran my hands through my white top and towards the sequins of my silver skirt.

i was ready to rock this party. today i was feeling a little more like myself, the one that used to have fun and good grades. i could at least have fun. i twirled in front of the mirror of my bathroom, eyeing my straightened hair for any visible flaws.

devyn was officially out of my mind. after my crying session with the girl from the club last week, i understood that my actions were completely stupid. he had no power over him, that's what i was told once claire drove me home on her mini copper.

i, elise hampton, would not continue with this act. despite devyn's childish demeanor, i moved on. for all i cared, he could move to another country that i wouldn't mind.

or go out with amelie, the brunette from my work. the scene, in which i became the aundience, rushed through my mind.

"table 9 would like vegan tiramisu and two cups of strawberry lemonade" i followed my notes, the little block of paper serving as a way of great help.

"i will never understand people who ask for vegan tiramisu, it tastes awfully dry" juliette commented, carefully cutting the tiramisu into a over-adorned porcelain plate. she stood up after the eye-to-eye contact with the piece of dessert. i glanced at her, giving her a little giggle.

juliette and i had became friends despite my best efforts. she was an actual good person and i guess i gave up on pretending my hungover made her voice seem high-pitched at all times.

before i could prevent my eyes from gazing at my left, they did. the handsome figures of devyn and amelie, the co-worker he was overly insterested on my first day, shocked me to say the least.

i knew sooner or later, devyn would come to more than talking terms with her. he prefered her and even though on the surface i pretented i didn't have an idea why, i knew.

all i had was money and some expensive clothes. however amelie, she had her intelligence and attractive laugh. she was probably the pride of her parents and they loved her. and she worked because she wanted to, she felt inspired by michaelas' fucking speech, the old rag of my first day.

that was the part that hurt the most, my only worth was based on numbers but hers? i couldn't possibly compete with her. everytime devyn stood in front of her, i felt my lack, my sense of worthlessness.

and everytime i would see her, i would gulp down my despair and accept that she was without a care the symbol of perfection, deified by long brown locks of hair.

i felt as like a stolen piece of me completed her perfection.

it was complete and utter torture to see them together like this. my eyes watered.