I Choose That Bad Boy

Chapter One

Please read the chapter titled 'DISCLAIMER' before you start reading this chapter. 

Thank you!

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"Caitlyn! Stop, I can explain," his voice echoed down the empty sidewalk as I continued running away.

So many wild thoughts were flashing through my mind at once.

Why?

Why must this happen to me?

Why me?

With his athletic physique, he caught up with me in bare seconds. 

He grabbed my wrist forcefully, making me come to a halt.

"What the hell do you want, Alex?" I snarled, but I'm sure it came out more like a tired mumble.

"Listen. Whatever you saw just now, it's not what you think and -"

Before he could continue, I used all the willpower that I still had in me to pull away from his death grip and awarded him a tight slap across his cheeks.

"I believe my eyes wouldn't deceive me and I'm not listening to your bullshit anymore. Let's just... Break up."

As those two bitter words left my mouth, I turned and started sprinting back home, never once looking back. The tears welled up in my eyes, making my vision start to blur.

The moment I managed to fumble with the lock and welcome myself into the comforts of my home, I climbed up the familiar stairs, not even bothering a glance at my mum, and stumbled up to my room, throwing myself onto my bed.

The salt of my tears soaked the pillow beneath me and the hot terrence of grief coursed out of my eyes like the break of a dam, mingling with the softness of the sheets. My tacking sobs shook me thoroughly with the knowledge that I had been betrayed - that nothing would ever be the same again. Ever.

My heart shattered and crushed into a million pieces and the same word flashed through my mind again - Why?

Gasping for air, I turned my head and continued whimpering until all the water left my system and the whole room seemed to be flooded by my tears.

Wait. What?

A string of curses left my mouth, causing my body to jerk up from my bed and my eyes to shoot open at an alarming rate.

My hands shot up to cover my mouth instinctively and I held my breath.

When no shuffling of feet could be heard outside, I slowly let my hands flop to my sides and let out a silent breath of relief. They didn't hear me.

Another nightmare. Again.

I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand and roll up my sleeves.

Looking at those ugly scars on my wrist, bad memories came flooding back and I sighed.

Why can't I just seem to forget about him and start to move on?

Why can't I seem to erase the sight of Alex Halter having sex with someone else when we were still in a relationship?

When a dull throbbing started knocking on my head instead of answers, I began to dig under my bed and pulled out a small black and white polka dot box. I blew off the dust which collected on top of the lid and grabbed a few sheets of kleenex. I opened the lid slowly and placed it beside my lap.