Chapter 22

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I feel weak, and I hate feeling weak. He deceived me. She was on top of him and he was just laying back, perhaps enjoying the moment. Adam had a tight grip on me and his support was the only thing keeping me standing up. I knew I shouldn't have trusted him, I knew I shouldn't have gotten attached. I fucking knew. Tears slide down my face but I quickly wipe them away, I won't let him see me cry.

"Aila," James says pushing her off of him.

"Don't. Don't you dare say my name,"

"Aila wait,it's not what it looks like," he says. Bullshit, I am not about to fall for this crap.

"Let me explain," he then adds. His eyes pleading. Words slurred, he kept whispering his apologies as if it could fix everything.

He walks closer to me and touches me cheek, I flinch.

"D-don't touch me! I c-can't believe I gave you my everything to get this in return," I yell at him.

I couldn't take the sight of the face, I storm off to my own room. Wanting some fresh air I step outside in the balcony.

"Aila what are y-" Adam starts to say but I cut him off.

"Don't worry I am not going to jump off," I tell him half laughing and crying.

"Are you okay?" he asks. No, I am not.

"I am okay. I just want to be alone," I tell him.

"Okay, but if you need me I am on the 6th floor room 609," he says. I nod at him and he leaves.

I sit on the chair in the balcony replaying everything in my head again. How could he do this? Just a few weeks he practically proposed. He wasn't supposed to betray me. He was supposed to be the good guy. Why am I crying? I shouldn't be crying over him. I hear the click of the door, I check the time. The girls won't be back so early.

"Aila," James walks in and whispers my name.

"Leave,"

"Please you've to let me explain,"

"Explain what? Explain the whole process how you and her ended up having sex?" I yell.

"I didn't have sex with her," he says.

"I don't fucking care, what I saw back there was enough for me to understand,"

"Ai-"

"Please," I whsiper. "Go away, It's over. If that was another girl other than your ex I would've gave you a chance to explain yourself. But that was your fucking ex, who so happened to end up here in Vegas and in you hotel room," I tell him. He just looks at me, he is crying too.

"I love," he whispers, cupping my face with his hands. I let his hand linger, savoring his touch for the last time. I push his hands away.

"Get out," I yell.

"Get out of my fucking room and my life,"

"I am sorry," he says and leaves.

My phone rings and it's Aliyah. Shit.

"Hello,"

"Dude where are you?" she asks. What am I supposed to say. If they come back here and see me they'll know something happened.

"I am with Adam," that's the best I could come up with right now.

"Oh okay. We are going back to the hotel so just tell Adam to drop you off there," she says.

"Okay man," and we hang up. Phew. I don't want to ruin this trip for them, they've been waiting for this for months. I take my coat and decide to head out, I'll probably walk around and once I know the girls have slept I'll sneak back into the hotel room. I lock the door and head outside, I head upstairs towards the roof. There's a pool up here and a small cafe and on the other side of the roof you can see the whole Vegas. I get some coffee and head towards the other side of the roof. The view is beautiful, just beautiful. But everything that looks beautiful isn't always beautiful. A person can look pretty from the outside and that same person can carry ugly secrets, ugly truth inside them. Just like that this view probably has some ugly things happening in each place. Standing there I try to get myself together. I can't let him ruin my life. He cheated me, I kicked him out. So I shouldn't be crying over him right? Wrong. Whoever said that is a pure dumbass. Who is gonna laugh about getting cheated on? Obviously a human will mourn and cry over it right? But not me. I'm not going to cry or think about him. I'm going to continue on with my life like it was a few hours ago. I wipe away the remaining tears on my face and sip on my coffee.

"Can't sleep?"

I look beside me to see its Adam.

"You guessed it. What about you?" I ask him.

"Nah," he looks away from the view and at me. I just give him a weak sloppy smile.

"You're very strong Aila," he says. Well I didn't play box box with him or wrestle him that he's saying that.

"How so?"

"After everything that happened I would be expecting to see you bawling your eyes out and oh god knows what," he says.

"Well you see I did cry though," I tell him. He nods, because I let a few tears slip out in front of him.

"So what do you plan on doing now?" He asks.

"Going shopping with my homies and making the best out of this trip!" I tell him. "When are you going back to New York?"

"I've no clue, I want to stay here for a few days and just roam around. Explore you know," he says.

"That sounds good. You can join us if you want," I offer.

"Hmm I think that's a great idea," he replies.

"Adam,"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't tell the other girls what happened tonight. I'll tell them when we go back to Canada,"

"But why not?" He asks confused.

"Don't want to ruin this for them," I tell him. He just nods. "Thank you,"

We just stand there for another hour talking and sharing stories.

"I think I'll head back my room now,"

"Okay goodnight, habibti. See you tomorrow," he says.

"Night," I say chuckling.

I sneak back into the room as quietly as possible. Everyone's sleeping, thank god. I get in my bed and pull the blanket over me. My dumbass ass decides to start crying, seriously? If I could control this I honestly would but I'm helpless. With that I don't know when I fall into deep sleep.

"NO YOU ALREADY FUCKING WENT TO THE BATHROOM THREE TIMES, IVE TO PEE SO BAD GET OUT"

"SO THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CANT GO IN FOR THE FOURTH TIME IVE TO SHIT NOW"

"WHAT THE FUCK STOP SCREAMING," I yell at whoever is yelling.

"SHUT UP AILA AND WAKE UP," Fiz yells at me. We are all now standing in the middle of the room in booty shorts and tank top when suddenly the door opens.

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