Playing Games

Chapter 24

OLIVIA POV

After I slam the door shut behind me, I run towards me car and shut myself inside before resting my head on the steering wheel.

Tears begin to pool up in my eyes, and I don't bother trying to fight them, so I just let them come.

As soon as I walked in and saw that girl with her hands all over Logan, I felt a little nauseous.

I don't know why jealousy is running through my veins right now, but it is. I shouldn't be jealous of a girl who's going to realize that Logan will treat her like garbage.

I shouldn't feel jealous because the man who didn't care about me in the first place found another girl to toy with.

Logan is only going to use her like the rest of the girls he's dated, including me. I was used and manipulated into thinking that we actually had something real, and a part of me feels bad for that girl because she probably has no idea what she's getting herself into.

But at the same time, if the blowout that just happened doesn't make that girl see how much of a mess their relationship will become, then maybe she deserves to be treated that way.

Nobody should ever stay in a relationship knowing that they'll end up getting destroyed by the other.

I drive back to my apartment, and once I'm inside, I just sit on the couch and stare off into space.

How could I let this happen?

How could I let this guy completely consume me to the point where I'm going to the hospital over him?

I know that I'm an idiot for falling for such a typical guy like him and not being able to see what he really had planned for me. I always told myself that when I was younger I'd find a guy who'd treat me like how a prince treats his princess.

But unfortunately, this is reality, not a fairytale.

I wish my mother would've talked to me about stuff like this so I wouldn't be inexperienced when it comes to men, but I was so lucky to have parents who barely paid attention to what was actually going on with their daughter.

All of these feelings whirl around in the pit of my stomach, making me feel lightheaded for a brief moment. Another sob comes from my mouth, and I hold my head in my hands.

I am fed up. I'm tired of crying, and I'm tired of feeling weak. But I know that there isn't going to be much that I can do to stop that feeling.

How does Logan sleep at night knowing that he has emotionally damaged so many girls?

How do you fall asleep knowing that you've done something wrong, but not do anything about it?

I can't believe that this is who I am. As a child, I always thought of myself as being this happy-go-lucky and never having any issues because I always had a smile on my face.

Now I'm in my apartment with tears streaming down my face all because I've had bad experiences in relationships.

My younger self would be disappointed in who I am now.