My Best Friend

Chapter 4

The day I broke up with Peter, Glen was by my side the whole way through. Now that I look back on it, it was actually a funny little situation.

I had told him it was over and he had tried stepping closer, to pull me to him and tell me other wise. But no. Glen wouldn't even let him lay a finger on me.

"Don't you dare touch her!" She yelled, drawing a lot of attention to us.
"Whoa, calm down lady!" He yelled back, a fist forming on his right.
"Me calm down? Ha! You're funny. Listen asshole-"
"Don't you speak to me like that!" He yelled, lifting a hand up but didn't connect as his friends came in to calm him down.
"Hey, hey. Calm down now Pete." The line backers said, standing between Glen and Peter as the others grabbed him gently from behind.
"Yeah, listen to your boys Peter. Be a good little boy." Glen snapped at him through gritted teeth, a fist of her own down at her side as she held my hand with the other.
"Fuck you Glen." He yelled, moving forward but the guys stood in his way.
"You'd like to, wouldn't you? But I'm good. I don't go for the guys who like to work out their angry issues on their girlfriends!"

Peter paced slightly, looking like he wanted to smack the shit out of my best friend. But in the end, he just spit on the ground in front of us and forced a laugh. He pointed at me, ignoring Glen's death glare.
"You know what? Whatever bitch. Fuck you." He snapped and shoved his friends away as he went off in another direction.

At the moment I was hurt, I had loved this guy. Even when he hit me, sadly. And I don't think I would have been okay if Glen didn't take me home right away and laid in bed with me.

Between us was a large bag of potato chips and two small sodas. And on the t.v played the Note Book as I rested my head on Glen's shoulder, crying my eyes out while she hushed me, rubbing my back gently.

"It'll be alright, love, I promise..." She spoke soft into my ear and kissed the side of my forehead.

And that's how we spent the next three weeks, in my room as she held me and I cried. Not once did she leave me unless it was to get another bag of chips from the kitchen.

Slowly and surely I got better. By the time February rolled around, I was going out with a smile on my face and not a care in the world.

I kept telling myself I'll find someone better, even when I was starting to lose hope. Someone who cared about me and for me. Someone who made me laugh no matter what was going on in my life.

If only then I had turned my head, maybe then I would have realized that person was by my side the whole time, and her name was Glen Warren.