I stood on the pavement of Scott's house and knocked for the umpteenth time. I was almost a hundred percent sure that he was in, his corola convertible was parked in the driveway and I could have sworn I saw his head, peek at me through the curtains.
After a while his maid came to tell me that the owner of the house wasn't around. I was sick and tired of shit so I just pushed past her and made my way towards his room a route which I had inscribed into the back of my mind.
I saw him smoking a round with some girl who had only her panties on.
At this point tears had already gathered in my eyes but I made a resolve not to let them fall..at least not until I get my explanation.
"Scott why?"I was surprised at the strength in my voice
" Im sorry layla but in real life there a lot of things more important to survive, than an overpampered teenage girls quest for love. "
The puzzles where starting to fix together in my head but I didn't want to believe it till I heard it.
"what are you saying? "
He looked a little bored " I'm saying I got my revenge baby",he smiled that smile I once thought was so cute... Oh how wrong I was.
he continued...
" you broke my heart baby... And someone payed me a whole lot of money to spread the pictures ".
I tried explaining to Scott what happened but my Scott was long gone. In his place was an unfeeling monster.
For the second time that day I was kicked out of the house.
YOU ARE READING
Sour
Short StoryI still can't understand how everything went wrong When you put all your trust in one person and the person watches you fall In fact the person pushes you in the first place. The world is my hell... And I am my own demon
