Troubled

Revenge

re·venge

riˈvenj

noun  

1.  the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands.

  2. the desire to inflict retribution.   

“Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.” -H.L.Mencken  

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As soon as I got home the tears began pouring out of me. I didn't understand how he could do this to me, he said he LOVED me! I began to think about it, and realized I should have known this was coming. He told me that they were just friends, yet he was always over at her house 'studying'... And, being me, I believed him. I fell for his smooth words. I fell for the sexy hair flip and the little smile he always did, like he knew something I didn't know. I fell for his charm and now it has come back to bite me in the butt.  

The pain was killing me, and so I decided to go talk to Samantha, and ask her why the hell she did this to me. I knew exactly where she lived, after all, we used to be best friends before she kissed Chris the first time. We spent every day together in 9th grade, but now we haven't talked for over a year.

  I knocked on the big wooden door and waited. Her mom answered the door with a smile.  

"Why hello Charlotte! So nice to see you again!" She ushered me inside. "Samantha will be back from cheerleading in just a few minutes, why don't you head upstairs to her room? I'm sure you remember where it is!"  

"Hello Mrs. Doyle!" I reply. "Don't tell Samantha I'm here, I want it to be a surprise!"

She nods and I run up the stairs. Her mother was right, as soon as I walked into Samantha's bright pink room, I heard the door open and her mom cry out a hello. I seriously hope that her mom doesn't tell her that I am here. I push the window open, so that I have an escape route if something bad happens.  

The moment I open the window, Samantha bursts in and tosses her backpack on her bed. Since I am in the corner of the room, she doesn't see me. She performs a quick cheer and spins around, and that's when she sees me.  

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" She screams. Her walls are sound-proof, thank god, I would so not want her mother to hear this.   

"I wanted to talk to you about Chris." I said back to her.  

"Oh my freaking god. Go the hell away, slut. Chris is mine. NOT YOURS! He chose me. He told me once, that he wanted to break up with you, but he was scared cuz he thought you would go psycho on his ass." She yells. "NOW LEAVE!"

  She shoves me towards the window and I stumble. I kick her in the shin and she winces, seizing the moment, I grab her and spin her around, so that she is dangerously close to the window. She starts to freak out, and begins grabbing at me, trying to make me get away but the built up rage explodes and I throw her into the glass on the window. It shatters and the broken pieces fly out, scratching at her skin. She begins to scream, and cry, and I walk up to her.

  "Don't you ever touch my stuff again." I whispered, and with a swift push, I shove her out of the window.  

I heard her body fall, but I couldn't bring myself to look. Finally, the suspense gets unbearable, so I look down at her, and gasp. Her head is tilted at an unnatural angle, her limbs were twisted, her whole body seemed to sparkle, for the glass chunks reflected the sunlight. Blood gushed out of her head, her arms, her toes, everywhere.

I began to scream, and my screams were so loud, that even her mom could hear them, despite the sound-proof barrier. She rushes in, and looks around for Samantha. She sees the glass and I could hear her heart drop. She runs to the shattered window and looks down. Her screams were even louder than mine. She turns at me, and I could see the pain in her eyes, soon replaced with a whole lot of crazy anger.  

"Get. Out. Of. My. House." She whispers. "NOW!"

  I didn't need to be told twice. I sprinted out of the room, down the stairs, out the door. My muscles scream but I didn't stop until I reached my house. I ran into my room, locked the door, and crawled into my bed.

  Oh my god, what did I just do?!?