Chapter 20~ The Games We Play

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Hello All!

Sorry for the belated update. I just hated how this chapter turned out. It's really short and I really can't do much about it. It's just the way it is I guess. There will be more next time! I promise! 

Your fellow reader and writer,

Laura :D

Lilly's POV

"NO!!" Bea screamed.

"YES! EAT IT SUCKUUUUUUUS!!" her sister screamed back, "PARK PLACE IS MINE!!!"

We all groaned as she waved the card up in the air triumphantly and then added it to her more-than-modest stack of property cards.

"Come on Max!" Willy groaned, "Let the rest of us get some property! You already have half of the board." 

"You rigged the dice didn't you?!" I accused. 

"She'll put hotels on them and then we're going to be completely bankrupt before you know it!"

I was sitting on the ground between the bunk beds with a bowl of chocolate-covered pretzels and chocolate covered raisins playing Monopoly with Lilly and the twins. At the moment, if you hadn't figured it out before, Max was kicking all of our butts. 

"I'll pay you a thousand for it!" Bea shouted, shuffling the fake money in her hands.

"Deal!" Max handed the property card over to her sister.

"HA!" she exclaimed, "Now I have a set!"

Willy and I groaned and yelled in protest.

"What were you thinking!?"

"Now we're dead for sure!"

"That's why she wanted it so badly!"

"How could you do such a thing?!"

That's when my cell phone started ringing. I picked it up and found that I had a new text message from Chris.

Hey, could you meet me in practice room b? I have a song I want to play for you ~C

I smiled. 

Chris and I have been pretty close since the dance. I like being with him. He's nice, smart, funny, clever, cute, and we have a lot of stuff in common. 

I dismissed myself from the game and handed all of my property and money (not that there was really much there anyway) to Willy even though the twins fought and argued with me saying that it should go to one of them.

As I walked to the practice rooms, I thought about what song he was going to play for me. Chris was a really talented musician. He could play both the guitar and bass really well along with the saxophone and his voice was really beautiful. 

Then I got to practice room b and I froze. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched Courtney stick her forked tong down Chris's throat. I felt like I was going to vomit.

You never know how much it hurts to truly have a broken heart until you feel it for yourself. I had felt hurt and broken before, but not like this. The ache weighed down every part of my body, causing my knees to shake beneath me, my head was spinning and my stomach churned. It seemed like everything was going wrong inside of me.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. Forcing my legs to move, I tore out of the music room and ran all the way to the cabin, fighting the urge to curl up in a ball on the ground. 

I threw open the door to the cabin and stumbled in. 

"Lilly!" Bea exclaimed, "What happened?!"

Willy helped me up and sat me down on her bed. I sobbed into her shoulder, not able to accept the fact that I had just been betrayed. 

I tried to tell them what happened but the pain was too new. The wound was too fresh.

"Let it scab," Max said, "She'll tell us when she's ready. For now, we need chocolate."

"I've got a muffin!" Bea ran into the little mini fridge, "We have fudge and strawberries too!"

"I've got oreos!" Willy pulled an entire pack out of her bag, "And I'm pretty sure that there's some chocolate ice cream in there." 

"There is! Awesome call Willy!"

I hiccuped and nodded to them in thanks as I snatched up an Oreo from the pack. I've heard people say that chocolate can help mend a broken heart and it's partially true. The sugary goodness of the sweet chocolates seemed to dull the pain like tylenol for the soul. After I had about a dozen Oreos and an ice cream sunday with fudge and strawberries, I was able to tell them everything that happened.

Their reaction to the story was interesting for this group. No one offered to go kick his ass or to hire an assassin to kill him or to get their cousins to kick his ass or to give me a dull knife to carve his heart out, they all just told me that it was going to be okay and that it was his loss. 

I was lucky to have friends like these to help me through this. 

Who knew that a broken heart could hurt this much?

Chris's POV

I shoved Courtney off of me. She had jumped me after she gave me back my phone and had practically raped me in the practice room.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing!?" I demanded, then I heard the door to the music room slam open and someone run out.

I threw open the practice room door and saw someone running out towards the cabins.

"Lilly!" I cried, but she didn't hear me.

"My work here is done," Courtney sneered and she walked out.

"LILLY! NO!"

I my blood boiled in hatred and my heart ached with sadness as I watched the only thing that truly matter to me fall through my fingers.

There was no way that she was coming back this time. 

I had lost her.

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