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Chapter Twenty-Two // Tattoo and Sarah's Brainwashing

"Brendon I finally know what to do," I walked into our living room from the office. "I came up with a quote and it's perfect."

"Come here," Brendon patted the spot next to him.

I sat next to Brendon and he turned to me with a smile. "So, tell me!"

"My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth," I answered and Brendon nodded.

"I have a guy who is amazing and is going to make sure it's not shit in the end, he has an opening," Brendon smiled at me. "Is Ellie Manchester about to get her first tattoo?"

"I think so," I laughed.

• • •

"Okay, this is about to happen," Romeo chuckled after pressing the print on my side.

"Okay," I laughed.

"Don't worry it won't hurt that bad," Brendon smiled.

Romeo turned on the gun thing and Brendon held my hand tightly. "It'll go by quick," Romeo laughed.

• • •

I stood in front of the mirror, a smile never leaving my face. "Oh my god it's real!" I stated and Brendon laughed, taking pictures.

Then my phone buzzed a notification from Instagram.

@.brendonurie: She's in denial 😂😂 @.EllieManchester

We got home and there was a brunette sitting on the doormat. "Ellie," Brendon held me back.

The woman looked up with puffy eyes. "Brendon," she whispered.

"What are you doing here?" Brendon questioned.

"I need you. I know she's nothing to you, I know that I'm still your everything even if we're divorced, we have been for two years. But I don't care, I want you," she smirked.

"None of that is true," Brendon replied.

I felt my stomach swirling, and I felt like throwing up.

"Remember when you snuck me in, and we had wild sex on the couch, Ellie didn't wake up, she didn't," Sarah smiled. "I miss that day, I think about it all the time."

And I ran.

I didn't care where I was heading.

I just had to go.

I ran as far as my legs could take me, and ended up at a park.

I walked into the bathroom, checking for anyone, but it was empty.

I locked the door behind me, coughing from exhaustion.

I looked in the mirror.

My hair was everywhere, my makeup was running because I was crying, and I looked like I was ran over by a semi.

I washed my face and leaned on the sink, crying.

My phone buzzed uncontrollably.