Trust me [A Restless Road fanfic]

Chapter 21b

Warning: Language.

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(Still Trinity's P.O.V)

My eyes burned with angry yet horrified and sad tears that I had to force not to spill over my eyelids. I stood rooted to the ground in shock and disappointment. So many feelings ran through me, I felt like I was an MP3 player with too many songs. I clenched and I unclenched my fist as Joshua looked worriedly at me. I closed my eyes and let out a snarl of anger at the image that was imprinted in my mine like the one of Andrew stuffing his face. There was some random chick kissing MY Zach full on the lips. I saw Andrew and Colton looking worried and I knew they were not to blame. Andrew noticed me and nudged Colton and Zach, who stopped his make out session. "Victoria, what are you doing here?" Andrew asked. I couldn't take it anymore. "What am I doing here?" I yelled, tears finally breaking free of their bonds and streaming down their face. "I came here to be your opening act, I train so hard every bloody night and the day before I have to perform, the worst this ever freaking happens!" Andrew, Colton and Zach all took a step back, even the slut looked surprised. "Tell me, Zachary. Is this how you would treat your girlfriend? By cheating on her when you thought she was not watching?" I asked furiously, stabbing a finger in that bitch's direction. Zach was at a loss for words. "I...How would you know?" He finally asked. I took a deep breath to stop myself from blowing my top. Then, I marched right in front of him and whipped off my shades, staring straight into his greyish, emerald orbs. "Because," I spat into his face in reply. "She's was here all along." I heard Zach's sharp intake of breath. I saw the whore glare at me out of the corner of my eye. "Trinity..." He muttered, his eyes wide in horror. I laughed bitterly. "No. I'm done. We're over. If you want, you can go fuck this slut over here. I don't care anymore. You screwed up and I'm not taking whatever you're going to say." I told him sternly as another tear leaked out of my eye. "Oh and you little whore," I said forcefully as I turned to her and gave her a good slap. "Good luck with the hate." Then, I turned on my heel and ran up the stairs, all eleven sets, up to my hotel room and cried into my pillow, staining it with gold and pink mascara. I closed my eyes as I chided myself repeatedly about trusting another guy. I should never have trusted Restless Road in the first place.