The Summer Camp Diaries

• Phillip •

PART ONE

FLASHBACK

"As long as I get the money, I could care less."

Deception, it was nothing more than that. A path to manipulate me for her own objectives that I had fallen so easily for, and I honestly wish I wasn't so naive. She was nothing more nor different to the rest of these fucking whores, but I wish I wasn't so pitiful. Due to my title, it wounds my pride more than anything else to know that I am nothing else but a tool to victory.

The woman I once loved used me, gave me false hopes and dreams that I now knew were impossible to reach. The woman I once loved, betrayed me.

"You-You wanted that from me?" The shock wasn't even the word to describe my puzzled thoughts.

Here I sat on the double sized bed, wearing a three-piece suit and clinging onto the pillow for my dear life. Everything I once was, everything I held to support her was meaningless now and that broke my heart even more.

I thought you were different.

"Wait, hold up. What did you just say?" The flash in her eyes described her clearly to me, greedy. A sin so powerful that it ignored all traits of human sentiments.

"You heard me loud and fucking clear Laura." I said to her, not blinking away from her stoned gaze.

She scoffed at me, a slight lift of her lips revealing the amusement.

"You're a joke, Phillip."

I could only raise my brow in surprise.

"I didn't travel all the way here for you to tell me that it's over between us on the night of our anniversary."

Silence hung in the air for a moment, until the clock on the table beside me tick-tocked with an intolerable beat that I threw the piece of shit at the wall with anger, leaving a slight mark on the white paint. Laura looked taken back by my actions, stepping aside from where she previously stood, tightly hugging her chest as she stared at me and then at the broken object.

A year has already gone by and here I sat, glaring at the woman I sacrificed everything for. Here I sat, conflicted by my emotions and on how I should respond to the news of our break up. For over a year I fought against my father's wishes, for over a year I held my womans' hand tightly and away from any dangers; let it be her friends or mine, her family or mine, I never let her hand go.

So, why? Why did it land up like this?

Laughter was heard from the TV as I sat in our ensuite bedroom, huffing and puffing like I was about to go Hulk with this bitch. Although despite my anger, I'm not stupid enough to land my damn ass in jail for my aggressive behaviour.

So, with both hands resting on my lap and my head, staring at nothing but the floor, I tried to blink back the tears. It's enough that I'm in this situation, I don't need to be pussy about it either.

"All this time, all this fucking time you... You've been planning this out, haven't you?" I asked her.

Laura sighed heavily, as if bored and irritated of my constant nagging, "Yeah, I planned everything since we started dating. I knew how you were like, heck, I even bargained with some shady street fucker just to get some background shit on you."

She paused for a moment, but I didn't look up at her as she continued on.

"Whatever the fuck you thought of me, of us, I'm sorry for that. I just didn't expect you to be so foolish enough to believe me."

"You whore." I was speechless at this point, my eyes darted straight to Laura's direction, glaring at her from where I sat. Everyone had warned me, everyone had told me, but I was so stubborn, arrogant to have not taken their words about her seriously.

"It's sad isn't it? Being such an easy target to use, huh Phillip?" She looked at me with unfazed hazel eyes, her plump, mahogany lips painted beautifully to match her dark dress. Her cheeks with a slight pink hue to them, making her facial features appear sharp but womanly.

"Unless you want me explaining to 'daddy' why you're almost 200 miles away from home, babe, it would be best if you cough up the money so that I can leave."

The flick of her chestnut hair flowed over her pastel shoulders as her thick arched eyebrows looked down in disgust and ire. She was incredibly gorgeous in her tight dress that clung onto her in perfection. The heels she wore clicked onto the wooden surface as she walked her way to the bathroom.

She was my girl, one stunning woman that had just burst my heart from anger, disappointment, shock and embarrassment.

"You can't be serious, you actually can't be serious. This is bullshit I'm telling you, bullshit!" I couldn't help but yell as I threw one of the pillows at the TV and the other towards the floor.

"I've known you for so long and you of all people are the least I'd ever think would do something so stupid, so-" It was impossible to hold it in anymore, the tears began to drip down my face, I felt it soak into the white button up shirt that I wore.

"Details, details," she said, waving her hands for me to see from the open bathroom door, "If you knew my struggle and understood the way I was thinking, I wouldn't have been pregnant with your child."