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♥Revenge(Thriller Era)-Part Two♥

A/N: So yes, this is a part two of the first imagine that I'd written for JayMoonwalker.........I hope you enjoy it!

Also...I'd like to thank MjTheKingOfPop...for yenno...messaging me and being so kind :)
I hope you don't find me weird XD

On that note...I'm also sorry if it took so long (I swear to God, my internet..............I just...it hates me so much. It'll literally be working throughout my conception of the story but just as I begin to edit......it disconnects Y_Y)

Aaaanyyywayyss...I apologize if it sucked - I honestly just came up with this last minute.

I'm so sorry T_T

Enjoy!

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Jordan.

A mistake. 

It was all a mistake.

Michael, the man that I loved so dearly...said that sleeping with me was a mistake!

How could he? 

No, how dare he?

I sigh as I let out a breath - sitting on my bed like a lost little girl. My palms are all sweaty and my eyes are extremely swollen from all the crying that I've been doing for the past three days.

Yes.

It's been three days, but honestly, it seems as if it's been a lifetime for me. Three days since I'd stupidly given in to Michael - and three days since my whole being had become drowned in complete sorrow. 

Of course, Michael hadn't tried to contact me after he left that morning; and I don't blame him for that - even though it makes me hate him even more for what he's done. It has become quite evident to me that Michael had only slept with me that evening to get back at Diana - the woman he truly loved. 

It was as clear as day.

Diana had slept with Arne, so Michael slept with me.

I was an object.

A scapegoat. 

And I had been left to pick up the pieces of my own shattered heart. I know it sounds far too dramatic and way too cliche but...what girl wouldn't be if the one man she'd ever loved slept with her then walked out on her the next morning?

No Jordan! Stop wallowing in sorrow! Get back on your feet!

I shake my head and wipe away a few tears that had made their way down my sunken face in all my mental chaos. 

With a loud sigh and a heavy heart, I get up off of the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to freshen up.

Maybe I'll go to the grocery store and buy a few things - at least to get my mind off of the ever present subject. 

Some fresh air would be lovely.

 However, just as I stand up and attempt to find my balance - my eyes immediately dart toward the telephone which sits delicately atop my bedside table. The loud ringing which emits from the object makes my ears hurt slightly, due to the fact that the only thing I've heard for the past few days is my own sobbing.

"Crap..." I mutter to myself as I slowly drag my feet, moving myself closer toward the telephone. 

"Hello?" I answer weakly as I pick up the receiver.