Chapter 6
"Melissa Marais, Lindsey Brooke, Ashton Stone and Emily Roux." Their names swim around in my head as Alec looms over my body leering at me.
"He has had all of them, in the palm of his arm, begging for more. Begging. Why would he downgrade like this?" he gestures in my direction, disgust is clear on his face.
"He loves me." I say weakly and as the words leave my mouth they take the last of my strength.
"How?" He booms. "How can he love you from the inside of one of these girls?"
I have no answer for this. No answer that seems to be good enough for him.
"He made a mistake."
"How do you accidently sleep with someone? Do you slip and fall into them or do you accidently jam your genitals together? Or is it possible to mistake them for your lover." He stands alone in a farce state of pondering. "But to be honest, all of them is better than you. I'm not going to sugar-coat it, I won't give you any false hope. You're the worse." I mentally correct his error in language.
I try not to listen to his words, but being heartless and emotionless is hard.
"I was good enough for him."
"No, he was struggling. But do you know who he didn't have to struggle with? Melissa Marais, Lindsey Brooke, Ashton Stone and Emily Roux."
He chants their names at a very specific rhythm.
I'm awake.
I didn't realize I'd been dreaming.
Melissa Marais, Lindsey Brooke, Ashton Stone and Emily Roux.
None of those names rang a bell in my head, but Terence and I had gone to completely different schools. We were in different groups. Everything about us was so different, but how did I even know that any of these names were real? This was all a part of my imagination. I could go online and find out who they were, but I didn't want to be that girl. Not that anyone really knew when that girl was that girl.
I logged onto Facebook and went straight to Terence's profile. It hadn't changed. His profile picture was still a selfie of the two of us, that I'd taken, which was why it had so many likes and had nothing to do with his popularity hand his cover was picture of the two of us taken by someone I couldn't remember, but was probably one of his many friends.
He had so many friends.
To a new comer on his profile it looked like he had been whipped by me.
Good.
I didn't need anyone thinking he was single and trying to get some of what was so clearly mine.
I typed the first I could remember: Ashton. Five results popped up, but I couldn't remember her surname, so I went through every account. Was it normal to know so many people?
I immediately found myself uncomfortable with his popularity. Where had he met all these people?
I had to convince myself that it wasn't important because I had to move on.
I found three out of the four girls. Alec was right about them; they were all beautiful.
Between they had a rainbow of eyes colours, but they had been brunette, naturally, many of them were no longer brunette. They all seemed to be with someone. I guess blondes really did have more fun, not that I would know.
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Genç Kurgu"These are strange times, Terence. Things I've never experienced before are happening and I don't know what to do."