𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒.

[TEN] : THE FINAL ACT.

[PLEASE READ ALL OF THE AUTHORS NOTE, THANK YOU]

BRITNEY PLEETH

I REGRETTED IT ALL, the cursing, the denying. everything.

i replayed the broken look on his face over and over in my head and everytime, a chilling shiver wrapped itself around my spine. i hated it and i hated what I said to him.

fuck.

as soon as i got home yesterday, i broke down and sobbed. i sobbed until tears no longer left my eyes. i cried myself to sleep and did nothing about it.

Ethan's ongoing calls erupted my phone until i think he believed that i wanted nothing to do with him. which wasn't true.

i don't know if i love Ethan. i believe that he doesn't love me either still but i know we have feelings for each other and nothing can stop it. i wanted to take this slow. i wanted him to be my boyfriend and then work out things out from there.

i don't think Ethan knows much about love but i don't either. i've had a bad experience with it and my knowledge about love was destroyed.

i am going to speak to him right now. my legs slightly aches from yesterday's activities but i was determined as i walk towards his apartment. my heart was beating out of my chest and i felt to try and run.

no, Britney. you need to face him.

taking a deep breath in, i rapidly knock on his door. i await his arrival to the door but after a few minutes, i roll my eyes.

i swear, if he's sleeping...

i repeat my actions, knocking louder this time to show my annoyance. and i hear a few fumbles and a "shit" before he opens the door.

i scan his beautiful face which is sweaty and his hair is all ruffled and he's shirtless. he looks at me with pure confusion coating his face with something else that i can detect. irritation maybe?

"Brit, what are you doing here?" he still doesn't let me in and keeps the door confined on only his body.

"Ethan, i just want to say—"

"babe, who's there?" a slightly familiar voice yells out from the background. what the fuck? Ethan's soft eyes harden and he gulps loudly.

"who the fuck is that?" i croak out as i try not to think about who it is.

"my sister." he lies straight through his annoyingly fucking perfect teeth. i feel my blood boil as he still doesn't let me in.

"you're a fucking liar. your sister doesn't call you babe, you dipshit." i try to open the door but he doesn't budge. i push with all my strength until Ethan can't hold it anymore and accidentally lets me in.

i barge past him to go straight through his room while he calls out my name. "Britney don't."

i ignore him and slam his bedroom door open. my throat tightens as i see the person i trusted most, the person who i thought would never, in a million years, do this to me.

Rebecca lies in Ethan's bed, naked as his blue bedcovers reach up to her chest. strands of her hair sticks to her sweat—covered face as she looks up at me with guilt.

i shake my head as words are stuffed in my throat, i'm unable to say anything. water wavers at the bottom of my eyelids and my lip quivers.

fuck.

"Britney, i—" she begins but i don't have it.

"shut the fuck up! shut the fuck up, you bitch. how can you guys— how dare you—" i choke on my words as i feel Ethan's presence behind me.

i can tell Rebecca wants to get up but if she does, i think i'll vomit seeing her naked body that has been touched by Ethan.

"Britney, what did you expect? not only did you steal my job, but you had a boyfriend and I didn't. i had to do something." she has her annoying comfort voice on and I feel like yanking her hair out the roots.

"you were the one person i trusted and you betrayed me. you aren't my sister anymore!" i yell and she flinches at my harsh words.

i retch as nothing comes up and i know i might be sick. i run out of the room only to be caught by Ethan.

"baby, i'm sorry." his voice cracks and i look at him for so long, analysing his face. and i can say that this time, i'm unable to feel sorry for him.

i let my body control me as i slap his cheek hard with my backhand. he holds it in pain before glancing back at me.

"don't you ever fucking touch me! i thought you said you loved me, Ethan." i sob as i sniffle, a tear rolling down the pane of my face. he looks at me crying and i can see he wants to wipe my tear away.

"i did." he pauses, "i do." he corrects himself.

i feel an urge to slap him again so i do and he winces, knowing he deserved it.

"stop fucking lying to me, Ethan. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you." I repeat myself, punching his broad chest with my tiny fists and he barely flinches. i probably look pathetic but I don't care. he just broke my heart into a million pieces.

he looks down at me with pain but anger flashes through his eyes.

"but you don't love me Britney. you never wanted me for anything else but sex. so if you don't want me, I'll just have the second best thing. your sister."

i no longer feel misery lingering in my veins as i look at him pure disgust and all i see is red.

"Ethan, you're a fucking douche, who can't keep your dick in your pants. i thought we had something but now I know we had nothing." i sniffle before starting to walk towards the door.

i stop after i start shaking my head. "and to think, i was going to apologise and ask us to take things further but i guess that was me being stupid." i'm about to walk out of the door.

"yes it was." he mutters before shutting the door for me.

THE END

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well.

that's it, folks. the end... or is it? ;) nah it is the end. i bet y'all ain't even laughing and you're just staring at your screen with confusion. I can relate.

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an epilogue.

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