Broken Hearts & Lonely Stars(girlxgirl)

Chapter Seven: Born As A Mistake, Die Like A Disgrace

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Broken Hearts & Lonely Stars:

Chapter Seven: Born As A Mistake, Die Like A Disgrace

          Heavy breathing was the only sound after noises of glass shattering rang in my ears. Anger boiling inside me as I clenched the edges of the shelf, not bothering to look at the picture frames on the shelf, as I glared at my reflection at the full view mirror hanging on the door. The disaster around me showed how much anger I held inside for too long. My chest rose and fell quickly as the pain I felt early subsided. It was a stupid mistake to tell them. A stupid mistake that I regret to do.

"I HATE YOU!!!" I screamed to myself as I swung my arm and threw the glass frames to the floor, the sound of glass shattering yet again rang in my ears as I flipped the bed, pushed the bookshelf onto the floor, threw the books to the wall. All noises that I made was concealed by the heavy music blaring from the speakers as I continued to throw things, letting out my frustration, blaming myself for even blurting out my deepest, darkest secret to people who didn't give a damn about me. And the very look of sympathy in their eyes drove me to the point of exploding right before their eyes.

It was all a mistake.

Everything about me was a mistake.

And though I was lucky to be born, in my father's eyes, I would forever alone be a mistake...

SIX HOURS EARLIER..

              I sat there on the stool, drinking away my feelings in a bottle of Corona as I watched Johnny play with Otis in the backyard through the kitchen window. The house was silent except for the drumming of my fingers against the counter of the island. I was left alone in my thoughts as the minutes ticked away before Blade would pick me up and head to our folks' place. I was dreading for this day to come. I didn't want to face my father again. He was the reason that I didn't fight back with that asswipe before. He was the reason that I drank and smoke yet he didn't care at all.

Like he ever cared, I snorted, rolling my eyes as I slammed the half empty bottle onto the counter just when Flor walked into the kitchen, talking away in the phone with a delighted smile on her face. I watched as she approached the fridge, rummaging through the products inside. I cocked my head to the side, noticing the change of this sunflower. Her half blond hair was gone replaced with black leaving her look Gothic. Her bangs were swept to the side that kids nowadays called it a "fringe" to me, I found those people showing their "Emo" selves. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a sleeveless Sublime shirt.

Flor chuckled and hung up, tossing her cellphone to the counter where I stopped it before it fell while she was still oblivious of my presence. I rolled my eyes, knowing who she was talking to her. To that long haired freak who probably thinks I would steal his precious flower. I tightened my grip on the bottle, the memory of confronting Bridget cheating on me ages ago clouded my mind. I'm becoming like Bridget. Little by little, I'm being the cheater that she was. I kissed Flor when she was in a relationship yet that didn't stop me when I saw her little boyfriend.

"There's no sour cream! Argh!" She slammed the door of the fridge closed as she whirled around and froze at the sight of me.

I looked away not bothering to give her a second glance as I took another sip of my beer while Flor huffed and grabbed ingredients for an omelet. The way she swayed her hips, the way she hummed and pursed her lips as she thought, I felt like throwing the glass bottle against the wall. I did not want to become Bridget; a pathetic whore that she was.