Partners With Taylor Swift

Chapter Thirty

LUNA'S POV

I just sat there for a while. It hurt. Hearing my friend had kissed my boyfriend, but all of it made sense now; that's why no one was answering my calls or texts, why she was acting so upset, and why she took so long to meet back up with me.

"I'm so sorry, Luna." She says to me again.
"I-I I just... I need a moment to myself."
She sniffled, "I understand..."
Left alone in my dressing room, my head was swirling. I couldn't quite comprehend the situation. Tears of sadness and anger fought with me to be set free and I controlled myself from punching a hole in the wall. All I had was my journal. My only friend was my journal. I wrote down all of my feelings in there. All of my ager and betrayal. Writing songs was how I dealt with life's problems.

I must've been in there for a while, because my manager knocked telling me to get back to the bus. I wiped my eyes and did so. What else was I supposed to do? I called Talen and tried my best to stay calm. Despite my efforts, our conversation only ended in yelling. We broke up. It was over. I was so sick. I just wanted to vommit.
"Have fun with your whore!" I had told him. Taylors just never satisfied, she gets her money by writing songs about her being a slut! I'm done!

Taylor just got me a future best song award. James told me so. No one, besides me, knows it's about her. And it's going to stay that way. This is my perfect revenge. In the most subtle yet satisfying way. It's what she deserves, she's going to pay for taking it all away from me.

Songs are not only messages to the listener, it's also a way to get your point across without having to get yelled at. I have a warning to my fans, and it's to never ever trust those closest to you.

A.N/ Woah... anger. Love you guys, thanks for sticking with me. Please comment and vote, bye ;)