Fuck, it's been eating me alive. I am not the victim here. If anything, she is. I'm the culprit, the "boyfriend" stealer , the hoe, the two-faced friend, if she will even consider me as a friend after what I'm about to confess.
Discarding the bloody sheets from my body, I leap out of bed. I scratch in my drawer for band aids, pressing them lightly down on my thigh. Fuck, I've got to stop this, I think to myself. Getting ready , I drive off to her house and carefully plan out how I'm going to break this down to her. "Just be honest", my conscience tells me, "she deserves the truth". I walk up to the doorstep, knocking on the door. She opens it and to my surprise, she stands there, wearing nothing but red lace lingerie and knee high socks.
"Nate, finally, you decide to show up. I've been waiting for so- oh..hi", she says, turning around , looking shocked to see me.
"Uh..hi. Sorry for coming at a time like this . You seem..busy", I say, the feeling of shock neutral. She can tell how uncomfortable this is for both of us and tries to hide behind the door. Finally having the courage to say something, she beats me to it.
"What are you doing here ?", she asks, annoyance and embarrassment clear in her voice.
"I came to confess something to you before you could here it from someone else, and I know it will sound wrong and we might not be friends anymore but I need you to know something", I say in a mouthful.
She carefully judges me with her eyes, swiftly stepping aside to let me into the house. Walking to the dining room table, she sits down on a chair across me send signals for me to sit.
"To answer your question , I have been seeing Ethan. I know it's bad, and it's been killing me", I say, looking her straight in the eye. No tear formation in her eyes, just.. anger.
The deafening silence begins to lure on me and I feel as if the walls are caving in. Aamenah, obviously feeling disgusted, stands up and leaves the room, leaving me to sit alone.
The sudden shatter of glass alarms my ears and I turn to see Aamenah standing there with a shattered wine glass. Suddenly, she flings at me and it's as if in slow motion and it just misses me, cutting my cheek as it collides with the hard, wooden floor. Raining down of fragments, sharp enough to cut on contact.
"What the fuck?", I shout, shocked." You could have hurt me."
"Well you didn't think of how hurt I would have been while you were out hoeing with My man ", she retorts back, emphasizing on the "MY."
She continues to throw multiple glasses at me. I swear the breaking glass could be heard from down the street to the church, which I should go to. She stops her violent acts and starts to inch closer to me. Moving back, I fall back onto the chair. She hovers over me and holds the broken glass to my neck. Inching her face closer to mine, she whispers :
"Ethan is mine and no hoe is going to take him away from me. So let me make this clear for you," she says, pushing the broken glass against my bleeding skin.
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"I think you underestimated me. Just because he called you at night, doesn't mean he actually cares for you cause darling, I didn't hear him moaning your name when I was sucking him off dry . It's pretty obvious that it's a game and quite frankly, it's pretty sad. I mean, who would go for a pathetic, cock-sucking, boyfriend-stealing virgin ?", she asks as my eyes prick with tears. "Don't test me, you think that you can walk in, wearing your white headband and think that you're innocent?, newsflash, you're not and I hope that sinks into that thick skull of yours that he is mine and Ethan will never..ever..love you." The last part of her sentence cuts deep and I realize that it's true...he doesn't love me, he never will, no one will.
Standing up straight, we walk to the door. Abruptly , taking me by the neck, she pushes me up against the cold wall.
"If I catch you looking at him or even in the same room as him, breathing the same air as him, i will literally take you by the weav-"
She gets cut off by someone coming into the driveway.
Nate comes stumbling out of his car, "Grind on me" bursting through the speakers in the background. Standing by the door , he remains quiet and shocked like all of us. What the hell is going on here? Scanning his skinny jean clad legs, I give him a once over, taking in his naked torso.
"Uh, am I interrupting something ?", he asks, glancing at us.
"Right now isn't ...really a good time. I think you should g-"
"No, right now is a REALLY good time",I smirk, cutting her off. "Sorry for interrupting. I'll see you guys at school right?", I ask, knowing exactly what's going on.
I walk past her, pushing myself out the door , but am suddenly pulled by the collar.
"Oh, and don't think because of this little thing you just witnessed, that you can carry on with your schemes. If I catch you, I will throttle you", she threatens, my eyes widening her audacity. This..bi- She slams the door on my face and I run to the car, leaving straight away. Taking a breather, I continue my way down to the cafe. I turn the radio on, Lemonade coming through. Turning the radio up, I begin to sing to the lyrics.
"Who the f*ck do you think I am?", I sing. "You ain't married to no average b-", I'm suddenly cut off by phone ringing. Why ?
Looking at the contact, I pick it up, knowing that this conversation could go two ways.
"Please stop calling me, I'm in no shape or form itching to argue with you , just leave me alone. Go talk to your..girlfriend", i say, cringing at the word as it leaves my lips.
"We all know how this is going to end. You're going to tell me that you don't want this and then miraculously, you appear laid across my lap. So make this easy for yourself and just agree to this", he says.
"No, I said no and... just go fuck Meena or someone, I don't care. Just do me a favor and leave me. She's yours and you're hers and I don't want to be a part of this", I say, tears pricking my eyes.
"Goodbye Ethan, it was nice knowing you,"I say as I end the call, wiping the tears off my face, careful not to irritate my cut. My phone pings and I immediately assume it's him. Looking at it, i stand corrected, it's Aamenah. It read:
"When you try to call your "friend" but she's too busy f*cking with your boyfriend to pick up the phone to answer you, after you told her what you were capable of." Oh , give me a break!
Pulling up at my driveway, I stop to see him leaning up against his car, in front of the house. A stupid smirk plays on his lips as he sees me get out of the car.
