(( Note: 'antequam' is Latin for 'before'. I'm using it as the word for 'prologue', as it is set before the heart of the story.
~ HukeSophiaLemmings))
"I don't need you. You're a selfish little brat; a remorseless whore." He spat at me. "Get out of my sight! I don't want to be cursed by your lack of self respect!"
I sniffled. I was angry now.
"How dare you! You son of a bitch! All you ever do is put me down, and now I'm the bad one? Because I'm the one who cheated, right?!" And with that, I slapped him hard across the face.
"Go ahead, screw Angela, I don't care! You can shove this relationship up your ass and pray to god I don't see your face ever again!" I turned around, storming to the front door, and pulling it open. There stood Angela, about to knock.
"Hi, bitch!" I smiled sarcastically. "Enjoy doing a very single dude. Consider our friendship over, Angie." I stormed past her.
And I prayed that was the last time I saw either of them. Because now, suddenly, all my confidence was drained. And all I felt was sorrow.
This is how it felt every time; to be broken.
Just like me. Just how it's always been.
