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Lucy's POV:

(I recommend listening to 'welcome and goodbye'- by Dream, ivory. This chapter is very emotional 😭)

I am in deep shit right now.  Ona has lost the plot over the photo and has asked me to meet up with her. This is not good.

Ona❤️:
Meet me right
now.

Me:
It's not what it
looks like, I
promise...

Ona❤️:
I don't fucking
care. Meet me
right now.

I'm scared. What is going to happen? Keira and I are not anything. I guess you could call us friends, but being "unlovable" will always etch in the back of my mind. I turn cold at the thought of it. Does Ona love me? Will I ever be loved again? These are all questions I ask myself on a daily basis. I wish I didn't think about it, but I do.

Let's just sort this out I guess. Here I am again trying to solve a mess I haven't created. No fault to Keira. She's just being her annoying flirty self. I mean are we not allowed to hold each other by the waist??

———

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Ona says, stepping closer to me.

"I haven't done anything Ona." I reply.

"So what is that photo with your ex's arm around your waist, huh?"

"So is she not allowed to touch me anymore?"

"Are you fucking joking me?" She pushes me away from her.

"Don't touch me Ona." I say sternly.

"Or what?" She reply's.

"I'm not going to do anything, but don't touch me. Keira and I are allowed to be friends."

"Oh so you are just going to forget she said you were 'unlovable' hm..?"

Not this again. I can't take hearing in that anymore.

"Stop fucking calling me that. I can't bear to hear it any longer." I say, whilst breaking down into tears.

"Stop being a fucking wimp. Wipe those tears off of your face."

"Ona...just let me be happy with who I want." I just cry even harder.

I see her step closer to me then everything goes black.

Pain surges through my face, and next I know I'm lying on the floor. Pain then becomes excruciating, and spreads across my ribs. Fuck.

"You..you.. said you would never hit..me.." I say in between tears, and pain.

"Don't ever call yourself my fucking girlfriend again. Ha! Maybe you are unlovable!! Hahahah!" She says whilst walking off laughing.

Oh.

———

I try to find the nearest bathroom to get this blood off my face. Shit that's going to leave a bruise.

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