Red Thread

Highschool horror

Pulling up the familiar street of my boyfriend of 3 years home, I couldn't help the twist in my stomach. He wasn't my true love, but I still had love for him, having been best friends with him for years before becoming a couple, it really made it cut deeper when I found out he cheated on me.

I found out a few months back when him and my other so called close friends thread became thicker the color turning from a light blush pink for crush, to a blazing hot pink of love and the sexual color of lust mixture, which seemed to get stronger and thicker everyday. It hurt seeing their glances at each other and secret smiles that were thrown to each other.

Its torn me apart. Worst part is she isn't even his match made in heaven, just a fling like I am. His perfect girl was gorgeous and sadly lives in Texas instead of our town in Massachusetts. I hated having seen her through one of my jealous fits, when I grabbed the thread trying to rip it I had a vision of her. What she was like, how she was perfect for him. Unlike me.

Its been so long since I put away that jealousy, I just had wanted to spend the time I could have with him then let him go, but it wasn't fates plan I guess. Today was the day before our 3 weeks of winter break, which was why I was going to confront him....

I was cut short as I heard the car door open, and Benjamin head popped in, a smile plastered on his face, that I wish I could slap off. The only thing that stopped me was the light pink cord that tethered us together and the black goo that stuck to it from the guilt he has. It took all the fight out of me as I gave him a small wave and a fake smile.

"You look beautiful as ever, you excited for this vacation? I have so much planned for us..." He said with the goofy grin I loved and I couldn't help but grip the steering wheel. Other than his infidelity he was a great boyfriend and best friend, which made it hurt even more.

"Yeah sounds exciting Ben, are you sure though? We don't have to really do anything, we can just hang put roasting marshmallows and going into hot chocolate comas like last year" I grumbled not being able to help myself, I didn't want his hopes high and thinking we were doing many things together when I was finally able to gather the courage to break it off after school today.

He sighed and stared out the window at the snow that was already blanketed on the ground as I pulled out and headed towards school. "But Laur, I want to do something exciting for us, it's our senior year and we don't see each other as much as we used... I just miss you" he mumbled the last part, and it pulled at my heart.

It sucked having to be this way with him, we used to be like peanut butter and fluff, always together and comfortable, but all that was left in the car was an awkward silence. About twenty minutes of it until we pulled up to the school and he jumped out slamming the door to my previous baby.

I felt a sudden weight off me and anger rising through my head, as I jumped out stomping to the sidewalk and grabbing his shirt and pulling him as hard as I could.

"What the hell is your problem?! There is no, and I mean no reason to slam my cars door!" I couldn't help but push him and glare as I angrily yelled at him.

"What the hell is 'my problem' ?! You're the one ignoring me! Ignoring my calls, ignoring my jokes, my kiss attempts, my freaken presence for months!!" He yelled back, his fists balled, up and he looked around at the crowd that was starting to surround us slowly, even a few chants of "fight!" , "ditch him!" , and multiple whistles and such .

My head was pounding, the strings of connections of everyone in the crowd were overwhelming me, my words came out fast and without my meaning to, like I was possessed.

"Well can you blame me for ignoring my so called boyfriend after finding out he's been fucking one of my friends?! Giving side looks when you thought I wasn't looking! You were my best friend! Now I see how much of a disrespectful pig you are!" I felt the dampness of tears running down my cheek as the words spewed from me. I saw the thread that connected us turn a sickly pink puke color, the mixed emotions running high.

Bens face was the color of the cement we stood upon, and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, the crowds got silent, and dispersed slightly, looking embarrassed and with pity.

My headache split through my head even worse at the colors of light gray for pity attached to my heart, one after the other, it was truly just too much . I turned and ran to my car, getting in while wiping my face and putting it into reverse, and burning out of the school parking lot.

Sorry mom and dad, I just can't even today I guess.