A Twisted Love Story

Chapter 17: Part 2

Dedicated to Lil_A13 because she told me to update, be sure to read her story.

I walked away as fast as I possibly could. I am not one to handle the hurt well. I haven't cried since second period but now I was just angry, I hated being angry. Anger was something I couldn't control, even as hard as I try, I cant. I dtidnt know what to think or what to do. What does one do when the one person who made your world spin, ripped every single piece of your heart out?

Even though it hurts like hell they live. They breathe. They put on a fake smile for everyone to see that they are "okay." In reality, they are nothing more than a starless night sky. Dark and empty. Then in the middle of their darkness they see a light that slowly fades, along with every chance of wanting to live and be happy.

I sat down at lunch, in a small room with my friends away from Cole. My eyes were puffy and red, and I was glad I didn't wear makeup because I would look a mess. I poured out remnants of my heart to my friends, when London walks in. I instantly stop talking and pretend to eat the tasteless garbage on my tray.

She spoke to Crystal about what happen and I was listening but at the same time I couldn't because the thought of her being with MY boyfriend almost made me sick. She tapped me on the shoulder and snapped me put of my trance.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about everything that happened."

I heard her but couldn't comprehend the lies of what she was saying to me. She was sorry!? But she knew what she was doing when she did it, so why be sorry now? Because she ruined my relationship or because she sees how upset I am?
I quickly recovered.

"It's okay!"

She went on to tell me that she got mad at me because he always complains how I'm basically not doing a good job as a girlfriend or me not doing everything that I should do. She also said they been flirting for a while, this part stopped me. She's lying. She's lying. She's lying, I kept telling myself because I did NOT, want to believe that anything so horrible could happen to me. I couldn't take it. I started laughing. I mean like full on dying, damn near on the floor laughing.

It's hilarious. A joke. Right? How else am I suppose to deal with the great pain. So I calmed down by the end of lunch. He looked at me but he knew better than to try to talk to me, because at this point I wouldn't be able to control whatever happened.

I went to my next class. I sat down at my table shaking. Full on. Couldn't stop. My close friend Jo asked me what's wrong, I told her. She couldn't believe it either. Maybe I was dreaming. It was all a bad dream.

NO! It was not a dream. Why couldn't it have been some sick nightmare? I jut couldn't handle it at this point but they wanted to stay after school to "talk it out." They want to "fix" what's "broken." It's not broken, I want to tell them, it's shredded.

After school we go to the auditorium to talk I walk in, he looks upset.

"Good!" I think to myself. He is upset because I found out because he never would've told me what happened. I can't begin to even think of what would've happened if I did find out we would be happy and he would continue to do the same thing? Or He would do that every time we argued?

I squeezed Jo's hand during the "talk" to not hit anyone, PR break anything. I knew I would feel bad after the fact I did it. I said what I need to but only one thing was on my mind the whole time. He. Cheated. I can't believe it. I really can't.

I mean I realized I did it but that honestly, wasn't intentional. I'm sire as hell what he did was. I hate to say, a d or believe it but it sounds accurate.

After school, we have a "meeting" to discuss what happened. I don't understand why, he did what he wanted so why can't I move on instead of sitting here and listening to utter bullshit.

So once we all walk in he is already in there sitting on the floor, from where I stand it looks like he is crying. WHY!!!, I think but dare not say because I told Jo I would be "nice" and not "loose control." She told me I had to hold her hand in case I feel violent. So I did. As soon as he stood up all the anger came back and my leg began to shake.

He said what happen with London and London jumped in many of times saying how he was lying and blah blah blah. It was all a blur.

I didn't want to think about it I just wanted to go home and cry.

That's what I did. After I got on the bus I put my headphones in on the max volume, and played my playlist called HeartBreak. I made it a long time ago for times like these. Times where there wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel and if it was I would have to run a marathon to find it.

Once I got off the bus and no one was around,I just let the tears go. I honestly couldn't hold it in any longer.

I reached the house after the longest walk from the bus stop. As soon as I unlocked the door the phone was ringing.

I picked it up trying to put on my fake voice.

"Hello," I said in a monotone voice.

"Hey Lani, how was your day."

"Oh hey ma, it was...horrible..."

And I launched into the story of my day. Crying and all, it felt good to tell my mom the truth. I never tell her things like in my personal life because she judges first and asks questions later and I can't have that all the time.

Suprisingly enough she listen and gave her thoughts about everything. After I hung up, I walked up the stairs and into my room. That's when the tears hit again. I just laid in my bed and went to sleep, crying