"I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more."
―C.S Lewis―
"There are many people with your problems just like you" Blue-eyed boy said and Betty nodded.
She didn't want to hear all those, she didn't want to sit on this couch with red-haired girl's friends all around her and pity her.
She didn't need this.
She knew what she was doing, she knew Noah would fall for her, it was just matter of time. He would.
After the first light red-haired girl took her in his friend's Joe's house where the bunch of teens was hanging out all the time. as red-haired inform her.
Now here she was trapped between a blue-eyed boy who was cute, not as cute as Noah but he was cute too. And Blondie girl with gray eyes.
"I know," Betty said simply.
She found her self, looking around the room to found the red-haired girl who was gone to get the drinks.
After a minute she saw her coming on the way with a two cups in her hands.
"You okay?" the girl asked and Betty nodded.
Betty took the cup from her and drink it. it was something bitter with bad taste. Betty didn't like it, but she drank another cup and then another and other 10 two only because she could.
Maybe if she would drink she would stop pity her self. she would stop listening to all those noises in her head who were screaming
"leave him!"
Because Betty was not the girl to give up on a boy so easy.
She wanted him to love her.
She wanted him to need her.
She wanted him to want her.
"Whoah! stay where you are drunk missy" said red-haired as Betty tried to get up, she was so drunk after 10 cups of god knows what.
She wanted to go home, she wanted to lay on her bed and hugged her pillow.
She wanted to be alone and the headache to go away. she didn't like this room now, it was large and full of strangers.
"I wanna go home," she said.
"You could stay here today," red-haired said.
"No, I wanna go home!" Betty said again and tried to get up from the couch.
"Girl! you are drunk, you should stay here" Red-haired said and grabbed her arm to stop her while she reacted to the door.
"Let me go!"
Betty warned her, she didn't know where this anger came from. she was drunk not thinking straight.
"Okay, wait here. I'm out in a minute"
Betty just opened the door and went out.
She didn't want to wait, she just wanted to go home.
Go to Noah.
It was a blur and she didn't see anything but she wanted to go home.
She would not stay here.
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Summer Scars ✓
Short StoryAre you covering scars? Betty Tyler does. She hides her summer scars, made deep, deep in her soul. Sculpted by him. Noah.