The disguised wrecker

Memories

After the draining day at school, I returned to my house only to be bitterly welcomed  by the loud arguing noises of my parents. 

".......It was your fault!" Mom yelled.
"No! I saw that man flirting with you! What I did with that woman was just impulsive! You're the cheating bitch.."
Dad screamed back.

This was a routine I was used to, hearing their shouts after I returned from school.

The truth was people fall out of love, and the same happened to my parents.

They fought over the smallest of things -before it got worse to the point there would be the sounds of glass breaking, resonating in the lonely house which I could not call  home  anymore.

I ran upstairs to my room , closing the door and muffling their sounds.

I heavily sighed and looked up the memories of Ashton and me, how we once were.

I looked up to find hazel eyes expectantly looking at me to be friends with benefits with him. I had sex with only one boy who was my ex. But now that Ashton, the guy, whom I had a crush on since I could remember,proposed this idea, I was confused.

I did like him, a lot, so instead of declining and disappointing him, I accepted his proposal.

"Yes, Ashton. Let's be friends with benefits." I replied with a sultry looking smile.
He simply smirked and replied "Alright babe."

I sighed yet again, reminiscing on the first time we did it

As we came down from our high, I looked at him shyly,but he wasn't even looking at me . This made me self conscious as he blankly stared at the headboard.

"Thank you... Er...." He tried " My name is Hannah. " I told him, not helping but feeling disappointed that he didn't even know my name , and we did this together.

It hurt really badly because now that my feelings intensified, and I prayed that he will develop feelings for me like in any other romance novel, it didn't seem to be the case.
I was forgetting that this was reality and life is not a novel.

That was not the only time we had sex. We had a lot of sex and all kind of places at all points of time. I grew more and more attached,  but he didn't really care .

He was breaking me, he was hurting me.

Before I knew it, somebody cracked up the rumors of our unusual relationship.

"Cheerleader and football quarterback as friends with benefits."

I thought he at least cared about me a little, but it was all proved wrong that day ...

"Hey Ashton, I want her in my bed as well you're not serious or anything...right? " he told him as I just gaped and he winked in my direction .

"Sure man. We were just fooling around, having fun, right Hannah? "

Ashton replied and I froze . I knew he didn't like me or anything but hearing him say it so carelessly broke me .

The other guy leaned in and whispered " We'll have fun " . I shivered in disgust as I kept thinking about his nonchalant tone.

"Sure man" , he had said.

He didn't give a damn about me. He couldn't care less. He used me, I knew it , but he literally offered me to some stranger, right in front of me .

Describing the pain as something that repeatedly stabbed my delicate heart would be an understatement.

I was shattered and the bitterness in my heart for myself made me internally whimper.

I wanted to scream at his face,but I couldn't. Instead I seductively looked up at the stranger "of course, hun ."

There it was. The angry tigress was unleashed.