God Wyatt hated me. I finally told him i wanted to leave him. He was hella upset. I was upset. I want to protect him but at the same time me saying i wanted to protect him is my way of covering up that i really want to leave him so i can be with Matt.
Why is life so confusing?
I wanted to go back to Wyatt and say im sorry for everything. But i would really enjoy fucking my stress away with Matt.
W hy
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Matt invited me over for dinner at his place. He had his own place and everything. So what if im 18 and hes 21.
"Hey." He said, greeting me when i walked into his house.
"Hey. So what are we doing tonight?" I asked with a smirk.
"Oh, eating and maybe watching some movies? I dont really know." He said.
"Sounds fun."
"Yeah."
It was silent. We hadnt been awkward like this before. I finally heard someone else. She came in with heels and brown hair in a bun.
"Uh, Angel, this is my wife, Courtney." Matt said.
"Wife? Surprising, since you know youre only 21." I said. I was hurt.
"Y-yeah." He said.
"Hey... im Courtney. Nice to meet you, Angel!" Courtney said with a high pitched voice.
Annoying. She seemed like a rich bitch who called her dad for money and if he declined she would start a hissy fit.
"Uh, i have dinner in the kitchen." She said pointing to a door.
I nod and walk into the classy kitchen. They were obviously rich. Courtney clicked into the kitchen with her obnoxious heels.
My phone buzzed. It was just a tweet from a famous person but i acted like it was my parents.
"M-my parents need me. Its some emergency. Uh, i-i gotta go." I said, rushing out of the door.
I was pisses. Mega pissed. I was about to cause a hissy fit like that little bitch. I was angry. I could even kill.
I broke up with someone for him. I wanted to have a life with him. Why did he never tell me about Courtney? I was confused and shocked.
I got into my car and slammed the gas pedal. My tires screeched and i hope he knows i was pissed. I hope he knows that it was just a random tweet. I hope he knows im pissed.
I texted Wyatt.
Angel: I am mega pissed. I know youre pissed at me also but please. Answer me.
Wyatt: what the fuck do you want?
Angel: woahhh the F word. Youre really pissed. Anyways, Matt has a wife.
Wyatt: oh, so you want me back? Too late.
Angel: No. did i say that?
Wyatt: listen, i have a gf now. Leave me alone.
I just looked at my phone and threw it at the passenger seat. I didnt know what was happening.
My steering wheel got out of control. I was swerving down the road and right into an 18-wheeler.
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Was i in heaven? Or hell? Probably both. I saw Matt. He looked hella happy when i looked at him.
I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he here? I was in pain. I saw a nurse come in.
"Hello, Angel." She came closer. She looked a lot like me. Same nose shape and blonde hair.
"Do i know you?" I asked.
"Yes, yes you do."
Matt gasped as if this was some crazy episode of a soap opera.
The nurse gulped and said, "Your mother."
I gasped myself then. I was confused. So much shit was happening. Wyatt, Stephen, Matt, Courtney, car wrecks, and now my mom.
"You broke your arm and your leg. You were in a pretty bad accident. Your face is a bit scratches up but other than that, youre going to be fine."
"Thanks." I said looking at Matt. "Also, who the fuck was Courtney? Why was she there? Why didnt you tell me?"
"Im sorr-"
"Dont even say youre sorry. You could have said you had a wife before you had your dick in me!"
"Woah, woah, woah. Okay im just going to tell you guys to stop or i will have to ask Matt to leave." My mom said.
"Yeah, okay. Why dont you leave? You left me with a name like Angel. You left me on my own. Now here i am. Suffering because of you."
"That is no way to talk to your moth-" My mom said.
"Dont even dare say that. You arent my mother. I will never refer to you as my mother. You have never been there for me like a mother. You didnt raise me. All you did was birth me and give me up."
I gasped for air after talking so much. My mom shut up and Matt just grabbed my hand. I let Matt hold my hand. I needed the relief. I was done with this bullshit i call a life.
