Better Off Alone✔

€hapter 17:

Paris POV:

I was so excited to tell Alex I made the team, that I rushed all the way home, stopping at the mall on the way. I remember Alex telling me once that he really liked this specific type of cologne. He was running low anyway.

But my hopes were mortified when I opened the door, revealing Alex kissing some chick. 

"Alex?... " My words were fixed. 

   Sadly,  piece by piece,  I saw my future fade. Each heartbeat a hammer against the frame of my future.

   "Baby,  please. It's not what it looks like!" Alex says horror in his eyes.

   For two seconds I believed him.  For two seconds.

   But two seconds isn't long,  is it?

   Anger instantaneously took control of me.

  No,  I'm not lying any more.

   I took control of the anger that was stored away for years,  eating me alive.

   "Not what it looks like? Is that really the only excuse you can come up with? Pathetic,  because it looks to me,  like your making out with some chick. Tell me I'm wrong Alex!" I yell in fury.

   "Paris,  please,  yes. I was, but,  well...  YOU!" he says anger flashing in his eyes. 

   He walks over to the girl,  causing her to immediately scram backwards.

  "Tell her what you did Evie. NOW!" he screams grabbing her by the shirt.

   "I don't know what your talking about. You invited me here for "coffee",  if I would've known what you were up to,  I would have said no!" she says helplessly.

   She jerks away and walks to me.

   "How pathetic of you,  to have standards this low. You're a piece of shit just like him. " she says in my face.

   Man,  I was waiting for a moment like this.

   I sized her up,  because I knew she was going to swing at me.

   My prediction was right,  for she drew her arm back almost immediately after.

   I don't know how it happened,  or why,   but something kicked in.

   Adrenaline overdriving my every move.

   I stop her fist, inches away from my face,  with a hard grasp around her knuckles.

   Without hesitation,  I move it out of the way,  and take a surprise attack of my own,  an uppercut charged with all the anger I've held inside for years.

   But it wasn't enough,  I needed more.

   I craved it.

   Still holding onto her fist,  I twist it to meet her shoulder blades and shove her hard against the wall.

   All if this in merely a swift movement.

    "Get out of my house,  and don't EVER come back!" I reply,  anger powering every word.

   I shove her out of the door.

   Turning,  I face Alex to see him gawking at me.

   He closes his mouth almost as quickly as I looked at him.

   "Par-" I cut him off,  "Don't."

   I grab the shopping bag holding his cologne,  then my purse. 

   I begin to walk out the door,  but am stopped by a familiar pang in my chest.

   A pang of loneliness,  pain,  fear.

   I knew what had to happen,  and how I feared it the most.

   I looked outside,  through the rain,  with a chin held high. 

    I looked him dead in the eyes.

   "I trusted you. I've never trusted anyone,  and to think that you were different."

   I turn back to the door.

   "We're done."

   Letting a single tear slide down my cheek,  I left.

   Heading back towards the horrid underworld,  he once saved me from.