25- We're done

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Avery

"Don't do it".

"He's a player".

"He'll hurt you one day".

"You're just another one of his toys".

The voices in my head grew louder and louder, driving me insane!

I put my hands on my head, and pulled at my hair.

The voices got even louder.

I opened my eyes, but I could barley see from the building up tears.

The world span around me, and before you knew it, I fell to the floor.

My knees clawed the wooden floorboards, and the rest of my body came tumbling down.

I curled myself in a little ball, and cried into my hands.

I couldn't help but sob. Sob about everything.

I shouldn't have fell for him. This is all my fault! I was warned by tons of people, but I never listened.

He played me like a puppet.

I was nothing but under his control.

I regretted every decision I've ever made.

I regretted kissing him. I regretted saying yes. I regretted everything!

He was nothing but a fuck boy, and I was too stupid to realize.

Anger brewed inside of me.

My eyes stung from crying. My chest hurt from breathing. And my mind was becoming lightheaded.

"I hate you!" I scream. "I hate you so much!"

I stood up on my unstable legs, and walked myself down the stairs.

I ran out of my house and across the lawn to Cameron's.

I knocked aggressively on the door, impatient for an answer.

Seconds later, Gina appeared in sight.

Her mouth dropped open once she seen me.

She insisted on giving me a hug.

She wrapped her arms around my body, clutching me close to hers.

Her soft gentle hand, petted my messy hair.

"What's wrong sweet heart?" She asks calmly, pulling away.

I wipe my eyes, and breath deeply.

"I need to see Cameron right now. I'll tell you another time when I don't look like this".

She nods her head, and backs away.

She points to the staircase, gesturing for me to where Cameron was.

I walk up to wooden staircase.

As my legs fumble on each step, I notice Noah sitting in the living room.

He looked at me angrily, like he knew this was gonna happen.

I look away from him, and continue to walk up the stairs.

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