Chapter 13- I didn't and I did

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I ran.

I ran and ran and ran till I felt like my feet were gonna fall off.

I didnt just see that.

I didnt.

I didnt, I didnt, I didnt.

Ah fuck, yes you did Jane!

I finally decided to stop, realizing that my body was gonna give up on me any second now.

Placing myself on the grass and finally taking a seat, I took a moment to realize what in the fuck was happening.

We went to the club.

Got drunk-no, WASTED.

And Marcel went missing.

I went to go find him and when I did, he was locking lips and tying tongues with some slut.

Rubbing my temples I finally noticed that I wouldn't be able to stop the tears coming from my eyes, so I gave up on trying to wipe them away. It was no use.

My sniffled could probably be heard from miles away.

I sounded like a choking whale when I cried.

I bit my lip in frustration.

It would probably start bleeding any second now.

I needed to get back to the hotel, pack my things and leave.

Leave for good.

But right now, what was hurting most was three things:

1) I had just been cheated on, AGAIN.

2)Id still have to face Marcel in school and see his face everyday.

And last but not least...

3) I just saw the love of my life cheating on me and I've officially lost him.

Number three just wouldn't leave my mind, molding over my heart and making it rock solid and cold.

Ive never felt so hurt.

Never.

"UGH!" I screamed out in frustration.

I clutched a fist full of hair in my hands, pulling on it hard as tears fell from my eyes.

"You're pathetic Jane. Pathetic. You let people use you. You let them chew you up like tobacco and spit you out into the dirt."

I muttered to myself.

Gulping and taking a deep breath, I sat up and began my walk back to the hotel.

Time to go home.

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IM SO AWFUL

ITS SO SHORT OMFG IM SO SORRY

IM SO MEAN

YOU ALL PROBABLY HATE ME

DONT YOU

MY GOD

AND ITS AWFUL TOO

DBAKS NAKADJ

AH FAWK

IM SO SORRRRYYYYY

ILYSM

I JUST AM REALLLLLYYYYYY BUSY LATELY

LIKE IK I COME ON AND TALK TO PEOPLE AND SHIT BUT I DONT HAVE TIME TO WRITE

LIKE I COME ON THEN I GET OFF TO DO SOMETHING AND THEN IM ON AGAIN BUT I HAVE TO GET OFF IN A FEW

AND I START SCHOOL IN 2 FUCKING DAYS

HOLY SHIT

FML

MKAY

ILYSM

BYE

-Angie xx

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