The Prince and His Pauper

Chapter 48: The Pauper Desolated

He broke up with me. . . Antonio broke up with me. . . Why? I thought everything was going great with us. Or did he noticed that I kept avoiding saying 'I love you' to him? No, that can't be it. He would've used that against me and been more angry about it than his stupid idea of me having feelings for Austin!

"He's not wrong, you know. The Sex God made the right choice in dumping your sorry ass." My dark self's voice cuts through my reverie.

Rolling my body until my right side is lying on my mattress, I find Dark Me sitting on the floor with his back leaning against my bed. He's been sitting there for about half an hour or so, but I didn't have the energy to tell him to leave because I've been crying for the past hour. He showed up in the middle of my sobbing, however, he didn't say anything. He simply watched me cry my eyes out and even rubbed my back from time to time.

After I watched Antonio get inside Sebastian's red car then drive away, I broke down right then and there. I didn't go to class because of how much I was crying so I hid inside the bathroom to avoid going to detention. Before school ended, I texted Mom if she could tell Dad to pick me up instead of her. All I had to do was tell her I feel lightheaded and my throat was getting all scratchy just to get her to agree.

Dad picked up during fifth period and took me home with the promise of making me some soup to help me feel better. Though, I stayed all day inside my room and cried until I fell asleep. The same thing happened yesterday, but I kept my phone off after I keep getting text messages from either Austin or Hunter about my wellbeing. I still haven't checked my messages and it's already Sunday.

"Hey, Cassiel. You in there? I'm not talking by myself here, right?" My doppelgänger calls out to me.

"Huh?" I murmur as my eyes focus on my face but with pitch black hair covering his left eye. Oh yeah. . . I'm not alone. . .

"Are you still hung up on that Sex God? My fucking God, Cassiel! You knew that he wasn't going to last long so why the fuck are you still crying over him?!" He shouts harshly while my eyes drift to his shirt.

"I don't care. . . I really thought he was going to be different. . . Everything was fine until Austin showed up. . ." I mumble as I pull the bed sheets up.

"Don't blame him for what happened! This was all your fucking fault! I told you that last year was going to repeat itself and you didn't fucking listened to me! The Sex God said that he loves in the same time the Handsome One did! All that's left is for the Sex God to get sent to the hospital in April because of you!" My other self accuses then gives me a slight shove on my shoulders.

My back touches the wall, but there wasn't any force that could've left me sore. Not that it matters really since he's just a figment of my imagination and nothing he can do to me will be real. At least, that's what my therapist told me. I haven't really taken that bit of advice to heart yet seeing as he constantly shows up whenever he feels like it and leaves when he's done making me feel worse about myself. Meaning today is going to be another long day with him reminding how much of a terrible person I am.

"How am I going to send him to the hospital if he broke up with me?" I retort and lift myself up to sitting position, running my fingers through my hair. I should probably cry in the shower again and listen to "Young and Beautiful" by Lana del Rey on repeat. . .

"Like that's going to stop you. How many times do I have to tell you? I am you! I know what you're thinking at every minute of every day! I know you're not going to let this go. You're going to be one of those drama causing, clingy ex girlfriends that end up becoming fucking annoying!" My darker version informs me and he's not wrong. I have been thinking about confronting Antonio on Monday about that breakup for awhile and I think it'll help the both of us if we just talk it out.