Bros before Hoes

Begginning

"Don't do this to me, Lia. Please" he sobbed continously as he held onto my waist tighter.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't crying as well. But I knew that even with the tears welled up in my eyes, I had to stop myself from full-on crying.

I let out a sob as I removed his arms that were so tightly wrapped around my waist like his life depended on it.

The moment I was able to take his arms off my waist, I quickly ran away. I could hear the sobs getting quieter as I moved farther.

By the time I got to my car, I just stared at the windshield as tears stained my cheeks.

I couldn't contain it anymore. I let out the cry I had been holding as I realized that everything that happened was my fault.

That everything would not have happened if it weren't for me.

Truth be told, everything wouldn't have happened if I haven't gotten myself into such situation.

I turned the ignition and began driving, tears still sliding on my cheeks continuously as the sobs came out of my mouth.

The tears were fogging my eyes, like a windshield on a rainy day.

This would have been the cliche shit you found on stories, except there was no rain to accompany my misery.

My phone was continously ringing on the passenger seat as I continued driving that I haven't even noticed that I had picked up speed.

I wiped the tears on my eyes, and as soon as I looked back on the road, I noticed an old man crossing a few meters away. I began stomping the break as fear began to fill me when it wouldn't budge. By the time I was merely a few feet away, I had to swerve right to keep from hitting the old man and decided it was for the best instead of hitting an old man and taking the life out of him.

However, there was a problem.

Aparently, my speed was too much that, by the time I hit the post, the impact was too great, I would've flown out of the windshield if I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.

Not that that was better.

Because I was suddenly having a hard time moving my head away from the dashboard.

The last thing I noticed was the blood dripping.

I take it back.

This is actually very cliche'.

But of course that is just part of the story.

We'll get to that later.

Let's start from the beginning. 13 years ago.

I will never forget that day.

I had just put on the pink dress that mom bought specially for tonight.

While my parents were getting ready, I knocked on the door and asked mommy to braid my hair because whenever I tried to braid mine, it always ended up all over the place.

Mom was putting on make up while dad was fixing his tie.

"Mommy? Can you braid my hair?" I asked as I entered the room.

"Just a minute sweetie" she answered as she put the finishing touches on her face with that fluffy brush. Once she had applied the last coat of make up, she put me on her lap and began braiding my hair. And once that was done, we got up.