Fracture

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Song of the chapter

TRAITOR; Olivia Rodrigo

"You betrayed me
and I know that you'll never feel sorry."

"God, I wish that you had thought this through, before I went and fell in love with you."

"Don't you dare forget about the way
you betrayed me."

❊-♡︎Scarlett♡︎-❊

Shoving my way through the crowded hallways, my mind was running a mile a minute.

When my eyes finally found Lizzie, I stormed over to her with rage pumping in my veins.

"Leave," I hissed at Pierce, who was standing with Lizzie.

"Excuse me?" He scoffed, turning to look at me.

"I said leave," I glared at him, "Don't make me get Johnny."

With an eye roll he pushed himself off the lockers and walked off.

"What do you want?" Lizzie exhaled a frustrated sigh.

"To know why in the world you told my mother I was cutting?" I hissed, "Where do you get off doing that?"

"You told my mam first!" She shouted, "I saw you at my house and when I got inside my mam said my friend had dropped by and accused me of cutting."

Well fuck.

"I didn't tell your mam shit!" I screamed, "I just happened to be in your neighbourhood! As for who told, I think we both know it was Claire."

Her eyes widened, "You really didn't tell?"

"No, Liz! Why the hell would I do that? When I'm doing the exact same thing to myself," I scoffed, "You've gone and fucked up my whole life!"

"I'm sorry," Her expression was now sad, "I swear to you I would never have done that if I didn't think you had done it to me."

"Well I didn't!" I hissed, "Who even told you I was cutting?"

"Patrick," She swallowed hard, "He came to me asking how to help you."

And just like that the ground practically gave out beneath me.

I had trusted him.
I actually trusted him to keep my secret.

And he goes and tells Lizzie.

"Fuck," I groaned, slamming my foot into the lockers.

"I really am sorry," Lizzie frowned.

"Save it," I scoffed turning around and barreling through the hall.

Patrick Feely was a dead man.

Thankfully I knew exactly where to find him, so with a vendetta for blood, I stormed onto the rugby pitch.

"Get off the pitch!"

"Are you a fucking eejit?!"

"We are practicing here!"