I really wanted,
To see that girl again,
The one who helped me,
The one who I thought was my friend.But what I didn't want,
Was to see her in this particular scenario,
Which could also be described as the worst case scenario.It was bound to happen,
Something wrong I mean,
It does everyday,
Just always at different times,So I always have to be on guard,
Always ready,
Always waiting,
So that I can prepare and defend myself,
From anyone and everyone.But as well prepared and un-phased as I was,
I wasn't ready for this,
You could've given me 50 years,
And I still wouldn't be prepared,Because it was so impossibly unlikely,
So out of the blue,
So horribly unexpected,That I kind of felt like gagging,
Or screaming,
Or fainting,
Or coming up there and sorting things out,
In a particularly violent way.Don't get me entirely wrong,
I very much expected this specific series of events to occur,
There was no doubt in my mind of it,
However, what I didn't expect.Were the people involved in the events,
That was very mind blowing,
And not in a good way.Because there in front of me,
Indeed stood the girl,
But also you,And you had her against the lockers,
And you were kissing her,
Or more accurately,
Devouring her.You
The one who had a loving caring boyfriend,
You
The one who won my family over with smiles and compliments and lies.
Filthy, rotten lies.
You
A goddamn, fucking cheater.
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Fat Ugly Lies
Short StoryI'm fat. You're broken. He's being played. And she's impossible to hate.