Isabelle was a small town's pride and joy, living a life sheltered by popularity. She never knew what it was like to face the wrath that came with small town rumours. That was until someone walked into her life and turned it upside down.
After speaking to Alec I knew I needed to confront Tyler. I knew Alec wouldn't have lied about what Tyler did, so any doubts that I had that James could have fabricated such a story quickly vanished. I needed answers, and I wanted them now. I couldn't talk myself into believing that Tyler was the person I thought he was, the person I could trust wholeheartedly. Alec destroyed any hope of doubt in my mind.
It was the perfect opportunity, everyone was so busy with Alec that my absent presence would go unnoticed. I had to seize the opportunity. Jumping in my car before I could talk myself into turning back around I headed towards Tyler's with the hoodie he gave me on the passenger seat.
My heart seemed to beat louder and louder every minute I got closer to Tyler's. As soon as I parked outside of his house I could physically feel the sweat start to build up. I had never been this nervous. Standing outside his door, I secretly hoped that it wouldn't open so that I could escape the confrontation for a bit longer. Guess my luck had ended as the door swung open fully, revealing the traitor himself.
"Why?" After all the pent-up anger, you would have thought I could have given a more impressive speech about how let down and disappointed I was. Yet only one word could escape my mouth.
"It wasn't a big deal." He shrugged his shoulders as he glanced down at me.
"What wasn't a big deal? Betraying my trust or using me and my life to be liked by others? Because to me both are a big deal Tyler. I let you in and trusted you with everything! How could you do this to me? After everything we had been through, did I seriously mean that little to you?"
"You have always been my friend Belle. So, I may have overshared about a few things, but it's not a big deal. I mean you were famous in this town, some way they would have found out anyway."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this wasn't the best friend I had confided in, the one I turned to throughout ever struggle. He was a stranger. I didn't know who the person was that stood in front of me. The one who has left me on his door step, not even wanting me to step into his house to avoid the onlooking neighbours who were revelling on what was bound to be the latest town gossip. I was hurt beyond words.
"Tyler, you told them about Dad! You knew how hard I took him leaving, and you made a mockery of me. For what? To fit in? Because God help me I'm trying to understand how you could do this."
He rolled his eyes as if this conversation was an inconvenience, pausing to rebalance himself by leaning on the door frame. "Don't be so dramatic Belle, it's getting old."
I saw red, the anger was bursting through me, unable to comprehend the words that were so carelessly falling out of his mouth. "How dare you! How can you stand there and not even care about what you've done? Not care about hurting me!" A tear begrudgingly escaped, running down the side of my cheek before I could swat it away. "Out of everyone I would never have thought you'd be the one to betray me like this. Tell anyone any of the stories you want, because from now on you won't be hearing anymore from me. You were supposed to be different...I'm done."
With that I turned my back on who I thought was my best friend, before anymore defying tears had the opportunity to escape in his presence. I slammed my car door out of pure anger that was beginning to consume me. Seeing the hoodie on the seat beside me, I couldn't bear to have it in my presence at it any longer. I opened the window, chucking it onto the floor before driving away.
I had managed to drive for five minutes before the tears blocked my vision. I had to pull over as I couldn't see the road any longer. I broke down, the sobs escaped my chest. I leant my head against the steering wheel as every single tear drained me. Heartbroken couldn't even begin to describe the way I was feeling. Part of me was angry at myself, angry at the fact that I had been so oblivious to what had been happening around me. The other part was distraught by the betrayal. All I know is that I couldn't go home like this, I couldn't face the questions that were certainly going to come.
I rung the last person that I ever thought I would ever turn to. James. Luckily, he picked up, shouting "Where the hell are you?" before I even had a chance to speak.
"...Can you come get me... please?" I managed to get out in-between sobs.
"Princess, where are you?" He spoke softly, as if to try not to scare me.
"Around the corner from Tyler's,..." I hadn't even finished my sentence before he had answered that he was on his way.
It wasn't long till James arrived and was knocking on my car window. I immediately unlocked the door, throwing my arms around his waist as I continued to cry my eyes out. I was shocked that I hadn't managed to run out of tears yet, surely, they must stop at some point. Or at least I hoped.
James wrapped his one arm around my back, whilst smoothing my hair with his free hand. He slowly leant down, placing a gently kiss to my forehead as he whispered, "He's not worth your tears."
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Author's note
3 updates all for Molly- who got me back into gear and back writing... shout out to you girl!
