Nobody Likes You When You're 23

Setting The Record Straight

EMBERLY

"See. He doesn't love you at all." Serena held her phone 2 inches from my face. It basically said Mark and her we're going on a date.

"You know, he told me about you right?" She took the cloth out of my mouth hours ago.

"What? How much better I am than you? I mean look at you, you're a flat chested, plain, brunette. I'm a beautiful, model like blonde, and not to mention. I know mark way better than you ever could." She said with a scoff.

"So, if you like Mark so much, why'd you cheat on him with Tyler?" I asked with narrowed eyes, she was a bitch. But the type you wanna punch, not for any particular reason other than the sound of her god awful voice and her complete and udder cockiness that made me feel like I was a saint compared to her. In my head, I've killed her a jillion times.

"Oh sweetie, I wanted him jealous. But the plan backfired. Mark's everything you could want, fame, good looks, and a decent chunk of change in the bank." She giggled flipping her hair.

"You know, there's more to him than all of that okay? He's smart, so smart. I'm surprised he didn't leave you sooner, he's supportive and so sweet. I swear he'd give a homeless person his last dollar. He's donated more to charity than that chunk of change you're referring to. Famous or not, he's got the greatest personality. He cracks me up, and makes me smile no matter how I feel. Even though I met him not too long ago, I actually bothered to get to know him. He's an amazing guy, that any girl would be lucky to have. It's crazy that a small brained witch like you broke his heart. No wonder he's wanted nothing to do with girls before he met me. Because he probably thought all them would act just like you." I said wanting to slap her across the face, but my hands were still tied together.

She slapped me across the face instead, "you're a fucking bitch. I'm a great, amazing, person. I heard you like bands. You know what that one Blink 182 song says. Nobody likes you when you're 23." She threw her head back and laughed like the evil witch she is and patted me on the back.

"When I get out of these knots and ropes, you're gonna regret all this. Do you realize the shit I've been through? Right now I missed all my dead sisters shit. She's buried now. I never got to say goodbye. All because you had to be selfish and take me hostage. My mom is never gonna forgive me. Or believe that some witch was jealous enough to rip me from my home and ruin my relationship with Mark. Not only that, I guarantee I lost my job. So was it worth it? This dinner with Mark so he can eventually figure out you're a psycho who stole his soon to be girlfriend? All to ruin my life that was already shit anyways." I wanted to know her view. In all seriousness.

"You should stay in your lane, meaning you keep to your already shit life and Mark and I live happily ever after in our nonshit lives. Got it sweetie?" She put her heel to the back of my head making me take a mouth and nose full of gross dirt and carpet. "Tonight's going to be a night that you and I will never forget." She laughed as I lied there limp with a heel longer than my middle finger shoved into the back of my head.

I felt the pressure ease and heard her heels clicking and a large slam. I struggled to get in a comfortable position in these ropes but I got as comfortable as I could. There was a TV set up, not very far from me. The screen was blue but then soon turned to a scene, I narrowed my eyes. I heard a car door shut and say a steering wheel with a hot pink steering wheel cover. "Hello Emberly, guess who." Serena's voice rang in my ears like the sound of my alarm clock. "I set up this hidden camera so you could see your man today." I seriously couldn't deal with this chick. I don't know how Mark did for so long. But Serena was as dumb as she was pretty. Setting up a hidden camera on herself did nothing but give me more information. She didn't even wait until she was far away to turn it on. I could tell you now the description of the house we're in. That and that we weren't in Massachusetts at all.