Meeting My Love

Chap 11

Sherri P.O.V

We had just left the set and I immediately thought about the kiss.

About her lips being on mine again. And this time not letting that kiss go. I was craving Teri's touch. Her voice. Her.

I sighed. Peter looked at me and pulled over. "We need to talk."

I looked at him. "On the side of the road?" I asked.

He nodded. "Sherri I slept with Amber."

My heart dropped. "What?"

"I messed up I know." He looked at me again.

"Amber my friends sister?" I asked.

He sighed and nodded. "Yes."

I nodded. "Oh okay."

I turned to look out the window. Wow. I mean I know Teri and I kissed, heck I didn't even kiss back I pulled back.

I asked a question. "You love her?"

He kept quiet and began to drive. I spoke again. "So imma take that as a yes."

"Sherr-"

"Wow were back to Sherri? This is why we never worked out Peter because it was bound that me or you messed up. I guess we're even eh?" I said getting mad that I was about to cry.

He objected. "Sherri. Sher of course not. I would never get even with someone I have feelings for. It's just us. Sherri we can feel every inch of our love for each other and flirt all day but it seems like every time we get together it ends up-"

I cut him off. "Being total bullshit." Now I was pissed.

He looked at me when we pulled up in the driveway. He didn't shut the car off. Is he really going to Amber's house?

I got our even though he offered to open my door. He put the window down. "Sher-"

"Teri kissed me. I had a perfect time to mess up. To kiss her back. To cheat without a second thought. But I thought. I thought we were actually going to try. I was wrong. I was wrong thinking that we belonged together. Thinking that we actually had a chance to make it as a item. I felt so freaking bad. I pulled away so freaking fast. Because you came to mind and still! Still you have no consideration for me?" I asked.

He took his hat off and wiped his hair. "I do have consideration! I protected you from the pain and the-"

I can feel it. Cherry's coming. I spoke. "I know damn well you are not about to say the hurt? That's bull shit. I want you to know that. If anything your ass would still be laying on the ground knocked out if I ain't hit Landon! So I was saving you from the pain and the damn hurt!"

I walked away grabbing my keys, before I said something I was gonna regret more than what I already said.

I heard his door open then shut. I walked to the door putting the key in turning it and closing it in his face.

I walked up the steps throwing stuff because that's what I damn well pleased like doing.

He kept knocking. Tomorrow I have to go back to that set. I'm not going. I refuse. I refuse. I'm not going.

I walked into the shower and screamed. I needed to get it out.

I showered then got out and as soon as that water stopped hitting me, despite the cold air I was hot.

My anger making my blood boil. I walked downstairs. Because one thing hit my mind. Them damn pictures.

I walked downstairs and there in view of my front door was a shelf of pictures dedicated to Peter and I.

I stared at it. That's all I could do was stare at it. Until I saw one of us that I had just took yesterday of him, Amber, and I.

I grabbed it and flung it on the ground. My curls going everywhere. They were wet. From the shower.

Soon I was grabbing one after the other. Slinging it down. Glass shattering all around me.

I ran and grabbed the bat from in the corner and started swinging at the shelf. The glass was everywhere and my feet and arms were covered in blood.

I didn't care. I walked upstairs and grabbed the keys to my box. I opened it and pulled out the cigarettes I long quit in college.

I lit it and sat on my steps. I looked at that glass and couldn't help but start to shake and cry.

"Fuck it all. They hurt me and hurt me and hurt me and hurt me. But would cry at my funeral. I know if I died today, they would all cry at my funeral and they would all be faking. Fake tears with some fake years. Probably gonna even give me a fake speech for my death." I spoke to myself out loud.

Sherri has officially left. Mark that. No more nice Sherri.