Playing A Love game with Mrs.Player

Chapter 3: Paint balling and arguing!!!!

I pulled the sound blocking head phones on my ears and picked up my gun. My paint ball gun to be exact.  I filled it with various different colored paintballs. I’m redecorating my art room; it was a pretty pink before. When I was my old self. I painted it all white just last week, now I’m paint balling it! I think now is a perfect time; I can curse out Devin while doing something productive. I can’t believe I was falling for it again, for him again! I can’t let that happen! Damnit Danielle he fucking left you! You can’t let him back in your life! EVER AGAIN! I’m being perfectly reasonable, right? I mean he left, walked right out, after I begged him not to leave. It doesn’t matter that I only thought he was leaving for a couple of hours. He wanted to leave! He wanted to leave you! Remember that! I started shooting around.

“FUCK YOU DEVIN HALL!! I DON’T NEED YOU! YOU BROKE MY FUCKING HEART! I HATE YOU!! WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE JUST STAYED WHEREVER YOU WERE? I WISH YOU’D JUST DIE! NO I WISH YOU WOULD GO THROUGH A HEART BRAKE! I WANT YOU TO FEEL WHAT I FELT!! YOU DON’T LOVE ME! YOU NEVER DID! YOU’RE JUST A STUPID PLAYER I LET MYSELF FALL FOR!! I WILLNEVER MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN IN MY LIFE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! ” As I shot around I shot at the door where Devin was standing. I accidentally shot him in the heart area. My words probably really did shoot him in the heart. What a coincidence, the paint the hit him was red. His eyes locked with mine. His eyes looked like he was about to burst out in tears, but his face was strong. I know he was not hurt by the impact of the paintball, but by the impact of my words. The paint started dripping down his shirtless body and he started backing out of the room slowly, before breaking out in a run. I snatched off my headphones, dropped my gun, and ran after him. I don’t know why I was running after him; it’s just that my legs started moving towards him.

“DEVIN!  DEVIN WAIT!” he stormed into to kitchen, where I finally caught up to him and grabbed his arm to face me.

“WHAT?”

“I… umm… it was just…”

“WHAT DANIELLE? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY? BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE YOU’VE SAID IT ALL!” his tear streaked face, was angry.

“You’re angry… with me? You can’t be FUCKING serious”

“I’M SERIOUS!”

“WHAT THE HELL DEVIN? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO FUCKING LEFT NOT ME! I’M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE MAD”

“OH MY GOD! HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP THAT OVER ME? I LEFT OK? GET OVER IT! AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK? I’M JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING INSULTS?”

“WHAT THE FUCK? GET OVER IT? YOU LEFT ME FOR 6 MONTHS. NO PHONE CALLS, NO TEXTS MESSAGES, NOT EVEN A FUCKING LETTER TO LET ME KNOW YOU WERE OK! I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU DEVIN! DON’T YOU GET THAT? I WAS HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU AND YOU FUCKING LEFT! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THAT WAS FOR ME?”

“IT WAS HARD FOR ME TOO! I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO!”

“NO THE FUCK YOU WEREN’T! PEOPLE WHO LOVE EACHOTHER DON’T DO BULLSHIT LIKE THAT! EXPECIALLY NOT WITHOUT A LOGICAL EXPLINATION.”

“I HAD A LOGICAL EXPLINATION!”

“WHAT WAS IT?”

“I CAN’T TELL YOU! IT WAS BAD OK? I WAS A MESS!”

“A MESS? YOU WERE A FUCKING MESS? BULLSHIT! I WAS SITTING ON THE FLOOR ON THE FLOOR WITH TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE WONDERING IF YOU WERE OK. I READ YOUR BOOK OVER A MILLION TIMES JUST TO HEAR YOUR VOICE. I HAD TO PUT YOUR PICTURE NEXT TO ME WHEN I SLEPT AT NIGHT OR ELSE I COULDN’T SLEEP. I HAD NIGHTMARES THAT YOU WERE DEAD, OR BEING TORTURED! WHEN I HEARD YOU ACTUALLY WANTED TO LEAVE FROM YOUR PARENTS MY HEART BROKE! I WAS DEPRESSED! I CHANGED EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING THAT RESEMBLED THE OLD ME! I GOT NEW CLOTHES, I DYED MY HAIR, AND I STARTED ACTING DIFFERENT. I LOST ALL RESPECT FOR ANY MALE I CAME ACROSS AND I USED THEM! YOU TURNED ME INTO THIS DEVIN! YOU TURNED ME INTO THE PERSON YOU USED TO BE!” although I wanted to, I didn’t cry.